| Right here this is heat, yo, yo Massive massive
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| (Hook: K-OS)
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| There’s something deep inside
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| That’s telling you that love’s so much more
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| This is just a masquerade
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| When everything’s alright
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| You know it’s time for the writing wars
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| If it’s just a masquerade
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| (K-OS)
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| When I feel the way of my lost innocense
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| Looking for emotions that are fallacy
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| Everything is waiting on that dominance
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| Hoping for new opuses and alibis
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| And I’m with you, oh ohohohoh
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| If I could starve from falling
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| And I bet you, oh oh silenced the
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| Voices in your head but there’s no place to go
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| (Hook: K-OS)
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| There’s something deep inside
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| That’s telling you that love’s so much more
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| This is just a masquerade
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| (K-OS)
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| I sit back with the microphone
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| Watchin’these MC’s turn to actors
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| Producin’all the factors
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| That flip life, into a masquerade
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| We like a bunch of manakins
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| Battery operated, inoculated
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| With five sentences connect us to the Earth
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| Rich sinners since the days of my birth
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| For what it’s worth, dissuaded love
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| I’m steadily spreadin’love over the beat down
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| Let’s meditate and feel the heat now
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| Like beautiful rain, on the desert plain
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| Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak sound
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| I break it down, to elements H to O A place to go, that you can’t escape the flow
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| Does not exist, I love the truth so I persist
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| Intelligent men? |
| Or just Gorillas in the Mist
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| Clenchin’a black fist, for the size of dollar bill
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| I leave the space so you can think about it now so just chill
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| (Hook: K-OS)
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| (There's something, there’s something deep in)
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| (There's something)
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| There’s something deep inside
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| That’s telling you that love’s so much more
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| This is just a masquerade
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| When everything’s alright
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| You know it’s time for the writing wars
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| If it’s just a masquerade
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| Black shit, ration, tryin’to step up But they can’t even cash it Kick that shit
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| (Kamau)
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| (First saved message)
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| In this venture, nothing gained
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| I’ve only just touched the surface
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| Once nervous, when writing for a worthless purpose
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| It was once more than this, before the heart left the beat
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| The soul left the speech, I’m still trying to reach
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| My niche, and teach the love again
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| Inside the hate of a present day
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| Got stepped after, being genuine we’re swept away
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| Before the importance of diamonds, bells
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| And a platinum place, fallen from grace
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| Not my campus with another trace
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| Of the same thing I came in, this thing is worth saving
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| Standing in the pockets holding tongues of what I’m saying
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| Blaming myself only for supporting what they’re playing
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| I may peek through the storm, but now it’s raining
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| Unchanging of late, it’s hard to be creative
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| Although creating is native to me, I tried to be Even patience couldn’t save it, from the days of pages
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| They couldn’t believe I would say this
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| No longer without wings, Kamau is what my name is Too many undermind, what I underline
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| Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes
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| It was a creation of frustration
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| Brown bricks or blank slates
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| Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
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| It was the sound of the evening, the way the day grew late
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| Words tumble from lungs over my tongue
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| And gave a new taste to my fate
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| It doesn’t even matter how the chatter would paint us With love on our side they could barely stand against us Um, what up? |
| Uh Kheaven, what’s goin’down?
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| Um I got your message, and uh yeah, basically call me back
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| Basically call me back and tell me Sorry about the length of the message, but you know
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| You feelin’it? |
| Aight man peace
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| (End of message) |