| Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
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| Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
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| On this Under Pressure sequel
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| We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
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| People scared of change
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| But you’ll find me deep in the cushion
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| Even when I win, it feel like I’m losing
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| Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
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| I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
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| What’s the conclusion? |
| Or rather, my hypothesis
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| I’m darker than Gotham is
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| Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
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| You better believe
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| I know how to turn a profit with ease
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| Diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
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| Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
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| Switch the topic, I drop it
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| Fuck around then leave them all concussed
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| When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked
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| Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
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| Your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
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| 'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
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| And then some, gotta get some
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| I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son
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| As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme
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| As a representation to give your family your time
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| If you’re searching for love in the industry you’ll be let down
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| They don’t love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
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| No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
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| That’s the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
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| Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
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| Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
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| But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance
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| And I know that my debutantes
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| Been keeping the legacy going
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| By flowing so involuntarily seamless
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| Me and my team is finally reaping
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| What we been sowing like a seamstress
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| I said I’m on one, I know I’m unsung
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| Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun
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| And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)
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| Hell yeah, now check the method
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| I been livin' outside of pages for ages
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| Now I’m back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back
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| From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
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| It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
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| Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
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| Inhale, exhale, people hate
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| Oh well, 2012
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| Dreamin' I’m a freshman on XXL
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| 2013, on the cover XXL
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| Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail
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| 'Cause I prevail
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| But that’s a story for another time
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| Story for another rhyme
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| And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually
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| Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially
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| And if we’re being modest then potentially
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| And if we’re being humble then…
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| Oh shit, it’s Raquel, she’s a fuckin' thot
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| Ayy, fuck you guys! |
| Fuck you guys!
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| Suck my dick!
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| Straight on the basement mic
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| Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man
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| I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
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| Back in the basement type shit
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| Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world
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| Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl
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| The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
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| Was home to the very last of the human population
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| The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
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| And he’s the man that discovered the Ultra 85
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| Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia
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| Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
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| You could ask her any question even about the fall of man
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| Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space
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| That nobody before them had ever found in they database
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| I mean, maybe it’s the place that’s meant for the human race
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| The planet Paradise, Kai said to Thomas, «My God
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| It’d be very nice, traveling through outer space
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| We done had some scary nights
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| We done had some scary fights»
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| All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit
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| Thomas love that boom bap shit
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| «I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured
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| What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?»
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| «Don't think that way, my son
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| Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
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| And if by chance we do come across an alien
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| I’ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun
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| Set to kill, never stun
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| Wagwan, we get it done»
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| Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere (Ten, nine) |
| «We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here (Eight, seven)
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| We gon' double check that it’s habitable and livable for man (Six, five)
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| And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan» (Four, three)
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| «Understood?» |
| «Understand», «All good? |
| Let’s get it then» (Two, one)
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| Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound
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| 'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
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| What they found, a planet full of life
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| A planet full of shit they never seen
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| Straight up out a movie scene
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| On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?
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| Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted
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| If it wasn’t for the music in they ears, they would have lost it
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| The seventh album by a musician they both revered
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| First time this planet heard it, let’s call it a world premiere
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| Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl
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| That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser
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| Wishin' he could undress her
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| Give her the pipe, no lesser
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| Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor
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| Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher
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| Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?
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| All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher
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| Two men here to save the world, no pressure |