| Now when I say 2−0, you say
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| Nah, you know the rest
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| This is our scene
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| Our music, our movement, the history lives through us
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| I write to the beat and let life play the guitar strings
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| Despite the drama, there’s respect and camaraderie
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| Every time one of my friends is mentioned in My Philosophy
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| It’s a rite of passage, I’m not trying to be corny
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| I got love for Sportn' Life, Alpha P, Massline, and Onry
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| Every time somebody steps out on the road
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| They bring a little Northwest soul with them, amen
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| Alright then, just so you know
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| I try to carry that every time that I rock a show
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| So, turn my sound up
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| Ricochet off our mountain
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| It’s Good Medicine that Chief Sealth would’ve been proud of
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| Sends our city, town pride, heart, blood, sweat, tears, I-5
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| North, South side, vibe, live, ride down these city blocks
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| And never will be stopped
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| They tryin' to shut down the clubs that my city rocks
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| Now Mr. Mayor why would you enforce an ordinance?
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| Music it saves lives, these kids out here are supporting it
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| And through the art form we’ve learned the importance of community
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| Truth to the youth so they know what’s up
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| Yup, and as a public school student
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| I learned from my teachers, but became through my music
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| Take that away, that’s a vital
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| 14 Fathoms Deep, Do the Math, Tribal
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| My greatest teachers: B-Self and Vita
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| Wordsayer was my mayor and things have changed
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| But I carry the torch and what I do with that flame
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| Is lit every time that I step on the stage
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| The skyline is etched in my veins
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| You can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains
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| Northwest, making you feel the vibe
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| Check how Seattle do, coming to my side
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| I mean I like how y’all do
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| Thank you, but we onto new
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| Put it down for the town with music
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| Making you feel the vibe
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| Check how Seattle do, coming to my side
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| When my peeps know my crew bring the flame
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| Put it down for the town
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| Wearing that Seattle blue
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| That’s right, when you put on a show
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| And watch the people seat in between the creases and the doors
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| Hitting up Meli or sneaking in 'cause they’re broke
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| Not leaving in between sets because of needing to smoke
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| The reason being whatever
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| The scene from Beacon to Everett
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| Is in need of less ego when we kick it, alright?
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| I get on stage, style, share my whole life
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| Try to reach 'em at the bar where they’re drinking Miller Lite
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| But the kids in the front, they bring out the passion, dude
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| Make noise throughout the show and not only when we ask 'em to
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| I watch the older cats jaded in the back
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| Hands clasped, forgot when they weren’t too cool to be a fan, damn
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| Hatin' at the concert
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| You don’t remember RKCNDY, watching Heiro, or vibing out to Alkaholiks
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| I know it’s not the same, it never will be
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| But my, my, my, my city’s filthy
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| And we’ve been truly dope
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| Since Supreme was up on Broadway in the dookie rope
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| Mean muggin' in Sir Mixalot’s video
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| Back when Scene was rockin' house parties on the floor
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| JMG’s, Sit N' Spin, and The Paradox
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| Back when Marc introduced Geo to Sabz
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| So much has changed here, so much has not
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| I was just a kid hopin' I could earn my spot
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| Try to get some props
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| Meet a promoter who’ll give me a shot
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| To let me get up on stage and get the crowd to rock
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| Read a page out my notebook
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| What I thought would be respected, they would connect with it
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| Now looking over the city’s the only thing that keeps me calm
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| Scattered thoughts jotted down by this pen in my palm
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| It’s like my city stands still, the world looks on
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| If I could only capture its beauty and put it in a song |