| You think this is easy right?
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| (Yeah)
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| You think this is easy right?
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| (That's easy)
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| You think you got what it takes?
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| (Yeah that’s easy)
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| Huh, we gon' see, we gon' see right now
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| (Now what?)
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| Look
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| So you wanna be a conscious rapper
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| Can you handle the press and they negative chatter?
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| Can you eat cold platters and still spit data?
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| Watchin' others spit lies and they pockets get fatter
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| Can you climb up the ladder, and reach the top?
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| But it still doesn’t matter, 'cause you ain’t pop
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| Can you rock for the love of the art?
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| Can you drop hit after hit after hit and still don’t chart?
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| Can you really stay loyal to God
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| When your life is full of strife, plus it always seems so hard
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| Can you handle the criticism
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| People holdin' you up to higher standards, but they don’t live 'em
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| Can you hear these kiddy flows and laugh at it But when you spit they callin' you arrogant?
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| You better think about that before you rock to this
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| Sometimes it’s easier to pop your Cris', let’s do it Think you can do what I do Think you can step in my shoes
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| You have no clue what I go through
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| You never felt my pain
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| When they attack my name
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| All because I have spoken the truth
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| To be a conscious rapper ain’t a mystery
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| You gotta laugh when they call you contradictory
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| The whole industry, you gotta push and pull it To really get with me, you gotta dodge they bullets
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| Blaow, blaow, blaow, every day and every way
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| You critics got somethin' to say
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| At the same time, you gotta uphold Christ
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| Uphold life, while others flash cars and ice
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| It could break you down, take you down, make you frown
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| It could actually shake your ground
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| But if you love who you are, and believe in that
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| Best believe you will be where the teacher’s at And where’s that? |
| in fact, in cold or heat
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| Yes, I declare victory over the streets
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| Overstand, over these beats, over the so-called elite
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| Over the strong, over the weak
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| I know how to speak, and most of all I know how to eat
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| I know I want humble and meek
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| So you better think about that before you rock to this
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| Sometimes it’s easier to pop your Cris', uhh
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| Think you can do what I do Think you can step in my shoes
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| You have no clue what I go through
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| You never felt my pain
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| When they attack my name
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| All because I have spoken the truth
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| Look, so you thinkin' about bein' a conscious MC
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| Well you gotta love God and you got to live free
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| You got to see the life that others can’t see
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| You got to be the person that others can’t be You can’t be a S-L-A, V-E
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| If you sayin' to yourself, «This may be me»
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| Then you know goin' in that you work against sin
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| Your very skills will kill the demons within
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| So don’t expect respect from slaves and hoes
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| Nor the slavemaster’s video shows
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| Nor the rap mags, you know how it go Especially black mags, you know they don’t know
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| Just go to the crowd that you know will need you
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| 'Cause nothing compares to the respect of the people
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| That’s what you look for, that’s what you work with
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| 'Cause anything else, is truly worthless
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| You better think about that before you rock to this
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| Sometimes it’s easier to just pop your Cris'
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| You better think about that, 'fore you rock to this
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| Sometimes it’s easier to just pop your Cris', uhh
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| Think you can do what I do Think you can step in my shoes
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| You have no clue what I go through
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| You never felt my pain
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| When they attack my name
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| All because I have spoken the truth
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| Think you can do what I do Think you can step in my shoes
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| You have no clue what I go through
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| You never felt my pain
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| When they attack my name
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| All because I have spoken the truth |