| Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
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| No my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
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| My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
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| Now I’m able to touch, smell, feel, speak, and hear
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| My fans cheer, my time is finally here
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| The past depart the present cause the future is near
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| Anticipation, magnified my motivation
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| Direct my energy to touch nations
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| Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
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| Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking
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| I’ve been waiting for my time to shine
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| From Catholic school? |
| John Mid? |
| junior high
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| From ??? |
| to rocking at the Good Life
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| We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip shit on the mic
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| Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through
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| The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue
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| Expectations, on our committee Unified relations
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| We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations
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| And treble and bass the situation with dedication
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| Yo, go get your ticket, your seats snacks and beverages
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| While we get wicked all in your brain cracks and crevaces
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| Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
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| Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability
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| (Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
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| Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
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| The proportions better that precaution
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| While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing
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| (The antidote for your mood) We sloppy dope and I’m hoping
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| What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian tube
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| In my crew we inclube brothers who worthy
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| Rebels and DJ’s from LA, I’m from Chi
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| He from Jersey, ever thirsty for success
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| Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us
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| With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest
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| Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes
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| Great expectations, on our committee Unified relations
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| We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations
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| And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x)
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| Ayo my story starts in the NJ state
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| And gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make
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| I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes
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| I didn’t know this was the place I’d get my piece of the cake
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| Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y
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| Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight
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| That’s right, that’s where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled
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| We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells
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| No a mocho males with raps about a beer
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| (Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear
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| We toured the stratosphere from here to London Square
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| You swear you’re prepared to diss what we have here
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| Indeed time ticks as rapid rhymes rip
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| Earth and time split in time to find it’s
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| Just another manic Monday, and one day
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| We’ll shine, too, so my crew say
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| Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it’s in or outdated
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| If I’ve been overrated or maybe your most favorite
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| You expect me still to write my verse on time
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| And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme
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| Don’t expect me to smile cause it’s in good taste
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| I know cats that’s no mistake smiling in my face
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| And don’t expect to try and guess if I’m mad or not
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| Or if I’m cold or hot, you would know if not
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| And don’t expect me to come and just bite my tongue
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| It’s kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done
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| But my mother always said you can forgive and forget
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| And expect that most promises won’t be kept
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| I guess I gave credit where it wasn’t deserved
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| To brothers must have preferred to not keep their word
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| The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain
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| No explanation for my creation, great expectation |