| Never think just for
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| Shits and giggles
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| Do we spit sylable riddles
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| For bits and kibbles
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| So chics can wiggles and shake
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| Cause this image is fake
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| I’m tryin hard to relate
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| In a place filled with so much hate
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| Some brothers debate
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| Some love or some hate
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| Whatever the case
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| Its all about the choices you make
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| That’s the reason your balloon’ll deflate
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| But to relate
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| We tryin’to take rap back to its primitive state, wait
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| No overnight success or runnin’with vets
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| Just pure unadulterated work progress
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| I’m willin’to bet the farm
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| You’d give your right arm
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| For a piece of the pie
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| Ask yourself, Why?
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| If you only knew
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| The trials and tribulations we been through
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| But if you only knew
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| We’re real people homey, just like you
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| We humble, but don’t mistake us for some corny ass crew
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| What we do, is try to give you what you ain't used to Soul music, somethin'we can all relate to Yo yo, I ams what I am and thats all I can be Uh, no more no less what you're |
| seein'is me Akil the emcee dubbed the U-I-S-C, uh Wise, intelligent, God did bless me Yes we, rock up off the S-B freshly
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| Especially dangerous rough and deadly
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| The pimp positioner, tip the Richter… Scale
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| Alone we sink together we sail and prevail
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| The rum raisin comin through guns blazin'
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| Some of you duns runnin’ones with none savin'
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| Complainin', me and my clan are unscathen
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| From the soul comes somethin’amazin'
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| (talking in background)
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| Yo, how many times I got to hear
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| Some fanatic in my ear
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| Tellin’me I got to keep it real
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| When they ain’t payin’my bills
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| Or feedin’my kids, judgin’me on how I live
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| If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?
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| Have you forgetten who you are?
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| Oh, you think yo a star
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| Why you frontin'? |
| (You ain’t nothin')
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| You went from nothin’to somethin'
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| But somethin’means nothin’if ya people still wantin'
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| And ya got money and givin’them nothin'
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| Flossin’and frontin'
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| Ya game of sharades
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| The way you behave
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| The image you save
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| Yeah brother thats one big parade
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| I’m sick of your ways
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| I’m sittin here spittin a phrase
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| Next time they smile and they wave
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| They probably be with a gaze
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| Soul.soul.soul.soul.soul |