| Yeah huh what
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| Alright cool
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| Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh
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| M.A.N.A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah
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| Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy?
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| I??? |
| ll call her after Pass a Snapple, and a camera angle,
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| Ledge vandal can??? |
| t break my ankles
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| I??? |
| m on point, but we??? |
| re running cops are fronting,
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| Wanna stop something you loving,
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| I??? |
| ll pray about it Ill maneuvers over sewers with back packs,
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| And curved hat attachments freestyle my stats no accidents,
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| Imagine that no security no Cops!
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| Visualize ill??? |
| s ciphers every corner block.
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| I never sold rock or bust glock
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| My walk talks it??? |
| s own, I like to lick tones in your head phones
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| So what??? |
| s the purpose to live life to the fullest
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| I serve Christ so I don??? |
| t watch for bullets, Just live how
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| I wanna respect heaven spit lava,
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| Street philosopher raised up in Canada
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| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on
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| M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on Exposing Light manafesto down town in the metro
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| Fill my car up with petro,
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| I best go, I??? |
| m already late,
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| They call me speedy so I??? |
| m easy on the breaks
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| What??? |
| s up yo, cool man chilling,
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| I??? |
| m dealing with this girl, yo man she??? |
| s Illing
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| I learned to separate the girl from the rhyme,
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| And skate sometimes my mind escapes lock it down to meditate
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| Concentration it??? |
| s a full occupation thought invasion,
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| It??? |
| s like my God verses Satan
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| Excuse me why I??? |
| m doing this
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| To influence kid??? |
| s students of all ages all races
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| Give this rap scene a face lift dive inside my minds matrix
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| New school Christ Patriot
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| What I stand for the one they hold the banner for
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| I came with a board sword plus a stack of metaphors.
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| Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright
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| This world almost had me kidnapped me back
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| Slapped me in the back seat choked me till I can??? |
| t speak,
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| I get up, and pull my head up develop my style I never swell up from the neck
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| up I rock,
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| Heavy metal to street styles in ghettos my dress code apparel is big on paths
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| narrow,
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| Barely made it out, my mentals a cracked house, I find myself passing out
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| asking God for help. |