| Lit incense and lit incentives
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| I’ve never paid attention this intensive
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| For all intents and purposes
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| I’ve been a perching, penny-pinching
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| With a pen and pencil penchant being pensive
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| Trying to figure out the ways of the world
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| How to maneuver
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| Through the rats and the sewers
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| Bullcrap and manure
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| Napoleon Hill complex more the mighty medulla
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| Manifesting many thoughts getting set in stone like Medusa
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| God damn
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| I’ve been making something structured out of nothing
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| Making souls out of substance
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| Making songs out of suffering
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| Suffering succotash, I done set a task of abundance
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| Making bundles of these ballads
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| You bumping for mass consumption
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| Basking in thrills, masking my evils and ills
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| Practicing people skills just to pass to my negus
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| That’s how a leader do
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| So before you go home and believe the TV
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| About how you should see your people
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| Just know who’s speaking the truth
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| God damn
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| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately
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| They all threw some salt on my game
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| They all tried to get us to change lately
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| They all said we couldn’t be kings
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| I’m a king now
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| You’s a queen
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| He’s a king now
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| She’s a queen
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| My negus getting patted by policemen
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| Turn around and organize a rally at the precinct
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| Like Mr. Mayor, why your workers treating us indecent?
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| With all my tax dollars blown, it’s going off the deep end
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| Cats working 9 to 5 and then from 9 to 5 they creepin'
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| Trying to survive the trying times
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| With honest work and Mama grieving
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| All this cancer-causing meat
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| And negus can’t afford the treatment
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| Baby daughter’s womb is barren from a bad aborted fetus
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| My negus, my negus
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| Sing loyalty allegiance
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| Bunch of prodigies that’s mobbing deep
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| This havok we been wreaking
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| If there’s cops up in our block, use a watch word to reach us
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| If you get locked up on Friday, you can say goodbye to weekend
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| My negus, my negus
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| Don’t ever let them play you out filthy
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| The same way them so-called journalists call us thugs
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| In the national newspaper without being found guilty
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| If ya’ll bringing me down, ya’ll are going down with me
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| Amen
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| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately
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| They all threw some salt on my game
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| They all tried to get us to change lately
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| They all said we couldn’t be kings
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| I’m a king now
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| You’s a queen
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| He’s a king now
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| She’s a queen
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| I believe we can fly
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| But we’re too busy running
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| I believe we can hide
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| Cause the future keeps coming
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| I believe we can fly
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| I believe we can soar
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| Though I call us all kings
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| I believe we’re much more
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| I believe we can fly
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| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately
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| They all threw some salt on my game
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| They all tried to get us to change lately
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| They all said we couldn’t be kings
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| I’m a king now
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| You’s a queen
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| He’s a king now
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| She’s a queen
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| I could walk outside now and get sh-(gunshot) |