| The king, the emperor Akbar once was feeling a little sorry for himself
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| And he asked his jeweler, he said make me a ring
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| That will restrain me in prosperity
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| And support me in adversity
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| And so the jeweler made him a ring
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| And gave it to the emperor and saw written on it
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| It will pass
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| Yo
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| Until I’m ghost I scribble patterns over notes
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| Captain of the ship trying to keep things afloat
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| I’ve been crafting on my shift with the music that we package and submit
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| And hopefully they’ll cop it in their draws
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| Who won’t
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| I still got bars ready for the show
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| And something on the SP, load it up to go
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| It’s just second nature
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| Beat chopping in the vault
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| With another sound paper that’s creative and evolved
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| Am I flavor of the month, I don’t know
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| A boy in the bubble, I struggle for a finger on the pulse
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| I just do me, try to give something from the soul
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| Don’t hustle in the seam, seems I seldom get involved
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| I’m a hermit really
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| But still skirmish to the furthest city
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| Got merch with me, we not leaving 'til it’s sold
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| I just wanna hit the road with my pessimist approach
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| And put pen to paper for a favorable result
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| So I’m
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| I’m still here for the right now
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| And I guess it’s all good
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| Might disappear when the lights out
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| Til then I’m down for one more push
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| I’m still here for the right now
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| And I guess it’s all good
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| Might disappear when the lights out
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| Til then I’m down for one more push
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| Yo
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| My brother’s homie passed away
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| It didn’t stop people posting promo on his page
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| They were spamming with the mix
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| Or probably post a flier to a gig
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| And all the links that he could never click
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| That’s as insignificant as a gun in the physical
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| But makes you question if your friends list are really your friends at all
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| I’m still here though
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| Beats fuelling my free speech
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| I give it to the world but don’t fiend for retweets
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| Or verified accounts
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| Your timelines moving like a million miles an hour with whoevers screaming loud
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| They’re all preaching to a crowd
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| But no one’s sitting down
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| So I wonder if I’ve even got an audience around
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| They’re all fighting under scrounge
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| Yo pushin' their calls
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| But 99% of them will get their hustle ignored
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| The 1% who get a food in the door playing a game of dice
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| It’s high stakes in a career in the name of Christ
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| That’s why I take my time
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| And play the background
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| Be seldom seen until I’ve got something to pass around
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| Til then I’m holding down the lab killing the light bill
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| Stack a couple classics, if it’s tight I might chill
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| Uh
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| I’m still here for the right now
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| And I guess it’s all good
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| Might disappear when the lights out
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| Til then I’m down for one more push
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| I’m still here for the right now
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| And I guess it’s all good
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| Might disappear when the lights out
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| Til then I’m down for one more push
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| But honestly to me
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| Everything is temporary
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| My mum, she said to me like
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| She said
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| She called me like, she said
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| This too shall pass
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| All I’m saying about
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| Won’t say nothing about it now
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| Taking it in
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| Fucking around
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| Disappear, disappear
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| What up Jack
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| Talking about another tip
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| They know it’s Kos
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| I ain’t got much to say my
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| Yeah I guess it’s all good |