| Times are going by too fast for the progression
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| I stick with the essence 'cause those lessons must be learnt
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| Wisdom must be earnt before you try to claim a title
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| Many ignore those truths
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| Then become fallen idols
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| In winter
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| Icicles hang from my hi-hats
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| Reminiscing back to Acton
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| With those old mind traps
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| My 900 world
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| Rejoicing in the air
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| Because i still care about those breaks
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| Your sound module sounds too fake
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| Trying to make beats with no crates
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| I respond best with my shit *au naturale*
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| My crew know my style
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| So we have the vinyl backup
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| Always try to keep it tight, but sometimes it won’t match up
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| And all that shit will catch up
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| When its due
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| Never take joy for granted 'cause life is too fast
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| Happiness don’t wait
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| And our fate won’t be chosen
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| We golden in our ways 'cause our futures already stolen
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| All I really know is life ain’t about the money!
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| «Sunny!»
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| Yeah, life it is! |
| (Yeah, life it is…)
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| «This jam is dedicated…»
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| Its like their only concern is to be greatest MC
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| To appear
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| On the planet
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| As far as being the greatest
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| I cannot care
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| If you have it its not clear
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| Whether the goal you set is
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| Because you fear
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| Inadequacy in a place that’s unfair
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| So I swear, like I swore
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| From ever since I was born
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| That I would stick to God
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| Even if the condition was over worn
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| And out torn, and over-drained
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| Because there’s always energy to be gained
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| And regained
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| If it has been lost
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| To be sane
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| And maintain
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| Remember to be insane is human
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| So if you think that its not within you
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| Stop the illusion
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| Of frantic confusion
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| If you look at the surrounding properly
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| You won’t have to be baffled forever
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| And live sloppily
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| Probably
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| If you stop worrying about your monopoly
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| You’ll be able to see life deeper in your philosophy
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| And the hidden authority that we claim have conspiracies
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| That is true, but its not the answer to all of the miseries
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| What is true is infinitely found
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| In every angle, in every tangle
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| In every crevice we choose to handle
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| That we inherit to stand through
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| Living within the land
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| From which your proper ending
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| Seems like
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| This is your time bomb
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| In which the truths to hide from
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| So I’m on a soul mix blended in with reality
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| Keep
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| Not forgetting your own tip
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| The divine always knows this
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| Everybody is able to over-stand if they chose this
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| All I really know is life ain’t about the money
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| «Sunny»
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| Yeah, life it is! |
| (Yeah, life it is…)
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| «This jam is dedicated»
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| «Sunny! |
| Sunny! |
| Sunny!» |