| I hear calls in the mist
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| The break fluctuated and transmit through the
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| The mistiest of thoughts
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| My force is my ally
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| Face your destiny as we fly and the sky
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| Silver tongues clash seeing spirits from the past
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| Fake come so fast but how long will they last?
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| They keep faking jax
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| Keep building tracks
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| Made from the hardest drums and old wax
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| Still a frustrated Jedi trapped to misery
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| Face your history as I see the mystery
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| I’m still shining
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| Wack emcees are rhyming
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| Never falling off because I’m forever like diamonds
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| Diamonds are forever!
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| In the summer weather
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| I see these emcees getting clever
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| They want to walk among us
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| Try to do the same
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| But I roll through their whole shit looking plain
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| They try to come into my skies
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| But I see through their whole phony disguise
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| These emcees trying to act like they’re hard
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| Fake charades
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| Silhouettes, masquerades and fake charades
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| After the mist had cleared
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| Crystal thoughts have appeared
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| We was rotating L shapes in the rear
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| It was getting ill
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| And death looking as an option
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| But all I know is that I’ve got to keep rocking
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| These serpents ain’t worth it
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| Black lace
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| They’ve got you slipping
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| Seeing mad hip-hoppers going missing
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| These emcees
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| They try to sound like Nas
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| They’re just biters
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| But lyrically they think they’re tigers
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| my drunken madness
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| Come through like panthers
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| Faking jax on the microphone won’t manage
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| Females fronting
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| So I keep beats thundering
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| Still cloudstepping
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| Still keep wondering
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| Living life y’all
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| You know I don’t stop
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| I’ve got strife y’all
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| So we’ll always rocks
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| As I come through to pull your trump card
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| Sucker duckers with their fake charades
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| Silhouettes, masuerades and fake charades |