| My mind compliance like a science
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| Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth
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| Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin
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| Ever-movin like evolution it’s retribution
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| For sellin roots, lessen futures, I’m steppin to fuse? |
| ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant
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| Live to see various i-de-ologies, angles like isosceles
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| read my auto-b-i-ography
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| So many stars? |
| to me that vibrantly shine
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| Velocity’s properly thick like mahogany dimes
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| We findin beauty in this urban-gritty usually overlooked by many
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| Movin through the densely populated city
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| And soon and eventually — 'we gotta get ova'
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| I document culture closer to the edge
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| Bolder than a print, open to interpretation, gazin deep into the glitz?
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| To my people, raise you fists
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| I know it stays intent, whatever pays your rent, but saves your soul
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| You know the drill, it go:
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| Hotter than most dudes
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| From left to right, on top and below you
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| Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -I'm Diverse- these other cats is just hopefuls
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| When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who
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| Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude
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| This is how we go through
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| Who the poisoned pen?
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| Mos got the inkwell full of syrum
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| Prescribed for any emcee claimin they ill
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| A small dose’ll change the way that they feel
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| Milligrams in the raw, snow-cut, check how I label the pill
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| It’s MD, the spit-doctor, chant like a witch-doctor
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| Recite me, and ya whole ailment get proper
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| I’m the, medicine man, representin my clan
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| Mixin the potion with verse fire and simmer, my man
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| And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am:
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| it’s the B-R-O double akh-K-L-wY-liN out
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| The cowboys who don’t fret to pull they lamas? |
| out
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| Ironhorse style cab?, hoop-te ville ridin out
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| No lights, no cam, action — drama’d out
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| ?? |
| out, absorb the shit that I’m about
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| Inner-city Bruno, ghetto folks, holla out
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| I’m good money, tell the doubters get they wallets out
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| Hot when the dice is out, they go broke findin out
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| Smack ya mojo, caught a half of 'oh no'
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| Magical vocals, get it down like coastals?
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| Underground nigga that spoke truth and broke through
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| Shine bright when I’m far from my close-to
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| I told you, you know how Mos do Hotter than most dudes
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| From left to right, on top and below you
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| Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -I'm Mos Def- them other cats is just hopefuls
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| When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who
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| Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude
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| This is how we go through
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| Exposed to a higher set of variables, as fly as aerial
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| Definin stereo components, moments with my master
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| Remasterin techniques, havin some fresh sheets
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| Damagin margins with a broader outlook — 'we lookin out, y’all'
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| Me and Mr. Mighty Mos, we outlaws
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| Blazin in the saddle, raisin like the mornin star, formin majestic
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| Candescent like the street l&s, I-be-&ed to inn-o-vate
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| Reminiscent of technology, probably just my will to build
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| To real notions of emotions similar to the seven seas
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| Steadily sparkin cables, tables turnin like the high tide
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| I’m captive to this music, vastness, into it i skydive
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| Tumblin like buildings crumblin on inner-cities cumbersome
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| They comin to run us out, my niggas shout for justice
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| You wanna link with me, then let me know
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| This music is like my vessel so we seem to be inseparable
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| From C-?Sea?-town, headed eastbound
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| You know the rest, it go:
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| Hotter than most dudes
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| From left to right, on top and below you
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| Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -It's D-I- these other cats is just hopefuls
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| When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who
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| Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude
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| This is how we go through |