| Through creation I told ya
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| And hold ya with music
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| My formation in souls of those that chose to use it
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| No misunderstandings, I hand it to your ear
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| I prepare this year to stay sharp like spears
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| Mathematik in the universe to manage the truth
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| I expand pens to blend words that merge is proof
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| Yo I strive to be live verbally
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| And as my lifetime sucks me
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| I plan to overstand the world
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| And be the tool used by Jah
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| To school crews that are unaware
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| I prepare the food that’s raw
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| I saw fast paths but they never last
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| And so I keep my pad fat, full of clever crafts
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| And double math
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| Forever pass of lives across space and time
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| And of course I’mma shine
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| But hell is a vision in a mind making some do time
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| I’m like that
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| So peep my format
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| I’m like that
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| So peep my format, black
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| I’m like that
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| So peep my format
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| (As I collect my thoughts)
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| I’m showin the key to be completely
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| In accord with any activity
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| Starts in your mind so see
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| Through your inside E-Y-E
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| Is my vibration so vitally I’ve gotta be instinctive
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| And not afflicted to be accepted
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| Or forcedly imposed, you get froze, then rejected
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| See I selected bodily functions
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| For rhymes that are majestic
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| A man’s injunctions are from the mind
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| Cuz yo, some feel arrested
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| And tested for time like cement stick to bricks
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| Tricks seek the quick hit
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| Materially equipped to get
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| Some others forfeit
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| And others are aware of all of it
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| I’m callin it like navigation towers to pilots
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| Or knuckleheads incitin some violence
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| Silence is never
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| My mind maintains forever
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| Even in dreams this freestyle’s endeavour
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| So, how could you ever defeat combat
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| Like that black
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| Just peep my format
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| Through the words I collect
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| That merge and protect
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| Puff herb I select to influence my dialect
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| I check myself
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| Acknowledge myself of myself
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| I’m calling it wealth, to many it’s stealth
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| We need to be shown truth to maintain health
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| Cuz? |
| to you, start to melt
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| So I?
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| ? |
| my reality and revolutionary strategies
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| With hip hop elements in my anatomy
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| Annually, you watch MC’s advances, gradually
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| My equations enhance this residential, evidential
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| I feel my infinite potential
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| My format provides a stencil
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| So peep the format that black, yo
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| (Down Ta Erf special) |