| I tried it, I couldn’t find it
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| Now I just wanna get back to me
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| Awe baby, hoo hoo
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| Back into the man I used to be
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| Things that I said I wouldn’t do, I did 'em
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| Secrets below the surface of truth I hid 'em
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| This mankind is past, but can he erase
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| The tears of a million years is human race
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| Of animals, that taught to walk upright
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| Then slave all day and fall in a trance at night
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| Flowing the planet, trying to find missing links
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| Like the men we used to be and always suppose to think
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| Mysteries, maybe not
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| It’s getting hot, we better configure the plot, but
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| I hold a pen with the grip so tight
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| That’a squeeze the ink out’ta the page, and write a song for the people
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| Came up from the underground, now I write above on a hovercraft sound
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| This microphone, like an an amphetamine
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| Keeping me clean, speaking in dreams
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| So nature can intervene, just for a scene
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| I walk the long path alone, my feet hurt
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| Lost some friends along the way, I did dirt
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| I went to church, I tried everything
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| From leaving my body, to watching the birds sing
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| For hours, so I could feel heavenly powers
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| Had been across the universe and inside of flowers
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| But what is it worth, I’m still just a man on the earth
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| Rappers are acting like man tan
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| Can I be candid, I can’t stand it
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| Rap bandit, got Kheaven acting frantic
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| I wanna swing my sword decapitate
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| But what is a man if he acts like an ape
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| So I sit back, planning my great escape
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| Load up my EPS and peruse my record crate
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| The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyone me
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| So what is reality, I don’t know
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| Oops, wrong song, stop it stop it
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| You know what
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| I woke up in the morning
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| I took a trip to the corner store
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| That’s when I heard my calling
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| But i’d never heard the voice of truth before
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| So I kept on walking
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| Pretended I didn’t see
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| Walked by a window and my reflection said to me
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| You could try all the same
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| But you’ll never know this mystery
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| There’s no pilot on your plane
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| So you’re not the man you used to be
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| Try all the game, but you’ll never know this mystery
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| When your pilot has no plane
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| Said you’re the man you used to be seen
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| Holla and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
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| Yo, microphones get ripped holding us back
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| K dash rocking it out, rocking the cold style
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| Making it up, go along singing my song
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| Woke up, in the early morn didn’t know what was going on
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| Whatever, I don’t really know
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| Flows like an immaculate goat what up, whatever |