| We’ve just landed
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| Alright send a search party out
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| Duh, don’t get caught up on this planet man
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| These humans are crazy
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| Just don’t even show them your microphone
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| Cause then you know what?
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| They wanna give you a record deal and then
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| You end up dead you know what I mean?
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| It’s like body snatchers
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| But you know what?
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| We love hip hop
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| Stop, please stop please
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| Okay here we go
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| Holding my raps
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| Olden is golden and black
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| Extolling virtues of rap
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| With monkeys riding my back
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| I see them falling
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| Doing commercials and balling
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| I’m not a hater but she’s closing the gate
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| And we stalling
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| Woke up in the early morning
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| I heard a voice that showed me the things to come
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| And told me I had a choice
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| To build it 300 cubits by 50 cubits
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| Driking thinking I’m stupid but deep in my heart I knew it
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| Money and fame could lead to emcee murder
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| You think you can escape but you can’t take it any further
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| You call it writer’s block
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| But you stop cause the vine is empty
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| Hip hop’s not dead, it’s really the mind of the emcee
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| It’s all around me
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| It’s emcee murder
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| Though God has found me
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| I thought I heard the
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| Sound of a thousand angels
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| It’s the sound of danger
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| Know myself but I’m still a stranger
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| Emcee murder, emcee murder (oh)
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| I’ll be damned if I do
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| And damned if I don’t
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| My soul won’t allow me to fake on the phone
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| Rocking the chrome
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| Another seed gets sown
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| Anonymous, I’m hailin from parts that’s unknown
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| I looked to the heavens above to spread love
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| But emcees keep faking hoping to make the bacon
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| Matters mistaken, cause who we are is not physical
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| Bury mystical with the mind non typical
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| But, they want the cash flow
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| They steady scheming for the number one spot
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| These emcees they won’t last though
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| I really feel somebody’s watching me
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| From the third the star and telling us who we are
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| In this universe we like a speck of dust
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| You can’t expect to trust man is living for the lust
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| Everbody wants the eye in the sky to come and save us
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| But maybe, the planet itself will terminate us with the |