| My alter ego’s on production providing the fuel
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| My school of thought is elementary bringin' it back to basics
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| Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin' hiphop a facelift
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| The formula’s this: raw beats for consumption
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| With more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion
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| Burning competition, when Kero’s on the scene
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| I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhD’s
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| Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it
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| Providin' light like Chris to guide the lost out of darkness
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| Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities
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| Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity
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| I’m flippin' concepts conscious like Confucius
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| So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music.
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| Now that you know a bit about me, it’s time we dig deeper
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| Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet ya
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| Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia
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| And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers
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| Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers
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| Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers
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| And for a breather I’d smoke refer at recess for leisure
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| Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker
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| Flippin' freestyles ciphers from morning to noon
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| Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons
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| Yeah the good old days, when everything was new
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| Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we’d seldom sing the blues
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| Spending all day flippin' skate boards on pavement
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| Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous
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| And I’m sayin' things are changing, enjoy the ride
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| With the creator on my passenger side I will survive
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| As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence
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| Gah gives me the gift of today I call the present
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| I said Gah gives me the gift of today… |