| Meditatin', contemplatin'
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| Waitin' for a new statement to take place in
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| Behind my face in the racin'
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| Thoughts of running in the bathroom masturbatin'
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| Walking down the street with my sneakers untied
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| No smile on my face, waiting for the tide
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| To wash aside all the petty peoples
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| Watchin' me through peepholes
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| So they can run their beaks like seagulls
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| And diss for us to diss back (yea I love that)
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| But on this record we above that
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| There’s more important things to talk about (talk about)
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| Than stuck up people who walk about
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| With they nose up my ass in my business
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| If you diss me, you really on my penis
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| Well you should take a good look at yourself
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| Yo Supreme, back me up cause I need some help
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| Yo yo while you meditate, contemplate
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| I try to concentrate on keepin my head straight
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| As I need pressure pills from this day till spring time
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| No sunshine makes my mind so tired
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| Never inspired, some days it feels like I should retire
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| When nothin' lights my fire, all I got is writer’s block
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| When I need hip hop, I need some new shit to shock
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| The crowd with, and loud kids and wild chicks and fly trips
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| I just ask for a few minutes so
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| I focus, so I can write it down and make you feel this
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| Make my biz rock the show and make the free Pripps
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| Make new hits for spraycan terrorists
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| Break specialists, those heads who still exist
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| Fuck magazine critics, non-believers and haters
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| Sit eye and eye to get my shit together, be the greatest
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| I ever can be, the mic go make me or break me
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| But I’mma call Embee and he can provide me with a beat
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| In the end it’s all sweet, I got my verse though kinda late
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| But I said what I had to say maybe somebody can relate
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| Some will commentate, with «yo he’s this and he’s that»
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| Me, I mind my own business, focus and ease back
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| I had to stay focused
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| Confuse me not with foolishness
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| I had to stay focused
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| Don’t want to focus
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| Meditatin', debatin', contemplatin'
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| Waitin' for a new statement to take place in
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| Placin' behind of my face facing, lacing
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| To grab the mic’s blazing, amazing
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| Cause my mouth synchronize with my mind
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| Over matters where I stand never under
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| Cause that just leads to further
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| You may wonder what I’m thinking (right)
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| When I’m smoking, why I’m drinking
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| But my, stability just keeps my battleship from sinking (six feet deep)
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| I’m keepin' death from being demonstrated, I hate it
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| Ish like that, that won’t be tolerated
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| But put up with, but won’t?
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| Cause a nigga like me ain’t playin'
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| And my frustrations buildin' up inside me
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| Can’t allow my brain to go into overheat
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| From atoms of friction to dealin' with this what’s on the sheet
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| Never go for debate
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| My overcrowded mind states too much
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| Typical society, i just can’t clutch
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| No such as me though cause
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| I ain’t the ones supporting the negative human beings
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| But i plead guilty to the crime of MC’ing
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| For your information until there’s further notice
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| I hope somebody quote this
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| Too many brothers lose focus and you know this
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| Meditating, contemplating
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| Waiting for a new statement to take place in
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| Behind of my face in the race in
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| Thoughts of running in the bathroom masturbating
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| I gotta maintain focus
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| The shit i write gotta be the dopest
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| I gotta keep my head above water
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| To not drown in the bullshit and emotional slaughter
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| Like reporters writing shit, and mainstream press
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| Looptroop stands in formation to battle information stress
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| I get depressed when, we make nice tracks
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| And still get fucked up test presses
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| That’s how the shit went
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| Cause of the equipment, could not afford shipping
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| But everybody chipped in beyond K-line
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| Barely got our money back
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| So we gave you your money’s worth, because it wasn’t whack
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| But enough of that, Promoe survives (while)
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| One after one your favorite rappers take dives
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| Take bribes and take lives for the currency
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| That worries me, the hip hop body needs surgery
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| Certainly, y’all know my Troop make loops
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| While they run around in circles trying to be the next group
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| I’m proud to be an underground hero
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| Don’t give a fuck if you think I’m stuck in Ground Zero
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| We focus |