| You know what I mean
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| You could put a label on a life
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| Put a label on a lifestyle
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| Sometimes...
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| You know
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| Put a label on how you wake up every morning
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| And go to bed at night
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| Hybrid
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| I've been digging into crates ever since I was living in space
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| Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
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| I mastered numerology and Big Bang theology
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| Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
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| Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
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| Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
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| Many men have tried to shake us
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| But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of
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| I buckle knees like leg braces
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| Cast the spell of instrumentalness
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| And all of you MCs who hate us
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| So you can try on
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| Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
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| From now to infinity let icons be bygones
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| I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
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| I tried threats but moved on to a promise
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| I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
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| And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| Akira
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| I put a kink in the backbones of clones
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| With microphones
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| Never satisfy my rhyme jones
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| Spraying bright day
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| Over what you might say
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| My blood type's Krylon
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| Technicolor type A
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| On highways ride with road rage
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| Cages of wind
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| And cages of tin
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| That bounce all around
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| Surround sound
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| Devouring the scene
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| Subliminal gangrene
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| Paintings
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| Overall the same thing
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| Sing song karaoke copy bullshit
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| Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stone tactics
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| Fourth dimension
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| Combat convention
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| Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
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| Meant to put you away with the pencil
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| Pistol, official
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| 16 line a rhyme missile
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| While you risk your all
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| I pick out all your flaws
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| Spin rah blah blah blah
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| You can say you saw
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| And like the rock and rap
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| You know what I mean
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| People act like you know
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| Wow that's a new invention
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| That shit's brand new
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| We're constantly evolving
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| It is constantly changing
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| Sometimes...
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| There's a lot of change
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| Everybody's always up with labels
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| There ain't no label for this shit
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| They're always gonna try to put a label on it
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| Try to create something
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| So they can water it down
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| Sometimes I feel like a prophet
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| Misunderstood
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| Under the gun like a new disease
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| Sometimes I feel like a prophet
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| Misunderstood
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| Under the gun like a new disease
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| High voltage
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| The unforgettable sound
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| High voltage
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| Bringing you up and taking you down
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| High voltage
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| Coming at you from every side
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| High voltage
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| Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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| You know what I mean, you can put a label on a lifestyle |