| arty people, welcome to the gathering,
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| Many of you tonight have traveled for many miles
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| To hear the master of the art display styles and techniques
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| Now with this piece of steel that I hold so firmly
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| I conduct y’all accordingly, one time for your mind
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| Authentically designed and crafted by the hand of god
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| Autograph, camera folds, flash as I enter
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| A glimpse of the ninja, real they see that hurt
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| But these words so powerful, catch the at the show and prove
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| Dealing with a lost son, what they talking bout
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| What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha
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| Who they talking bout, me
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| Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth
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| Well beat so banging and base drum kicking
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| And melody so for strings are calling
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| It’s like back against the electrical fence, but I’m a winner
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| My mike’s like my only defense, brothers locked
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| Aunties that changed my pampers, or sponsors
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| I won’t fail the mission, with self knowledge got in me
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| Nothing can contain me from seeing everything is mine
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| Economically, nothing is given, we know steps are taken
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| People couldn’t see it, until it bursted to existence
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| Rust it start us, fuck a sleeze up my jacket
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| What they talking bout, who they talking bout, ha, ha
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| Who they talking bout, me
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| Who they talking bout, you keep my mikey in mouth
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| See this is how you rhyme gotta be young
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| I’m a rhymer, not a rapper, emc
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| Building destroyers, some overstand
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| But I understand that we are students to life
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| True divine order must be restored in order for us to live right
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| Y’all stay trippin like birds, words travel at the speed that I’m slappin you
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| Actually, as the world revolves, caliente, it’s about 100 degrees with no breeze
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| Can you swim 9000
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| Up ends press hills and mountains from the highest peak
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| I fear is no evil as I walk through the valley
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| I’m like the father at the first rally, are you listening? |