| Planet Earth was my place of birth
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| Born to be the SOLE controller of the universe
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| Besides the part of the map I hit first
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| Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
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| The rough gets going, the going gets rough
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| When I start flowing, the mic might bust
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| The next state, I shake from the power I generate
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| People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
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| 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
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| So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
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| But it seems like I’m locked in hell
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| Looking over the edge but the R never fell
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| A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip
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| Stand on my own two feet and come equip
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| Any stage I’m seen on, I’M LIKE A PHENOM
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| I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
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| Going for self wit a long way to go
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| So much to say but I still flow slow
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| I come correct and I won’t look back
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| 'Cause it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where
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| you’re at
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| Even the (ghetto)
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| I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
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| And return through the womb of the world as a
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| thought
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| Thinking how hard it was to be born
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| BEING EQUIPPED wit no physical form
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| Millions OF CELLS wit one destination
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| To reach the best part, it’s life creation
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| 9 months later, a job well done
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| Make way, 'cause here I come
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| Since I made it this far, I can’t stop now
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| There’s a will and a way and I got THE know-how
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| To be all I can be and more
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| And see all there is to see before
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| I’M Called and go back to the essence
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| It’s alot to learn so I study my lessons
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| I thought the ghetto was the worst that could
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| happen to me
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| I’m glad I listen when my father was rapping to me
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| 'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
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| ExileD from the original man, a straight way
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| Now that’s what I call hard times
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| I rather be here to exercise the mind
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| Then I take a thought around the world twice
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| From knowledge NEWBORN back to knowledge precise
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| Across the desert, that’s HOT AS THE ARABIAN
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| But they couldn’t cave me in 'cause I’m the Asian
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| REaching for the city OF Mecca, visit Medina
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| Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a
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| Mind keeps traveling, I’ll be back after I
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| Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in
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| Africa
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| Return the thought through the eye of a needle
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| For miles I thought and I just fought the people
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| Under the dark skies on a dark side
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| Not only there but right here’s an apartheid
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| So now is the time for us to react
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| Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
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| Understand you’re third eye seen all of that
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| It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
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| Even the (ghetto)
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| Even the (ghetto)
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| No more props, I want property
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| In every borough, nobody’s stopping me
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| Because I’m thorough, rhymes are making real estate
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| for me to own
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| Wherever I bless a microphone
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| 007 is back and relaxing
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| On POINT N' reactin' and ready for action
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| I’m so low key that you might not see me
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| Incognito and taking it easy
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| Quiet, it’s kept on a hush hush
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| In front of a crowd, I get loud, there’s a bumrush
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| Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
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| HOPIN' the wack rapper’LL put the mic back down
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| So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
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| 'Cause when it’s time to build, I’m a mechanic
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| I’m bonding and mending, attaching and blending
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| So many solos, there is no ending
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| People in my neighborhood, they know I’m good
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| From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
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| Footprints remain on stage ever since
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| As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
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| When I had sex, I left my name on necks
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| My trademark was left throughout the projects
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| I used to get rich when I played celo
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| When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
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| So I collect my cash then slide
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| I got my back, my gun’s on my side
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| It shouldn’t have to be like that
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| I guess it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where
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| you’re at
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| Even the (ghetto)
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| I’m from the (ghetto)
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| Word up, peace |