| The world is talking 'bout keeping it real
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| But what is real if it ain’t got the right feel
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| Meaning according to where you come from
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| Cause that ain’t nothing you can run from
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| I ain’t never lived in a ghetto
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| So I don’t talk about that
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| Don’t talk about macs or crack
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| I’ve never even touched the gat
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| That shit don’t attract
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| So when Norwegian people talk about that I react
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| My people know who they are
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| They don’t front to be ghetto superstars sip 'em away
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| Eating caviar driving Jaguars
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| They just adapt to the surroundings
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| Being profound and grounded
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| When Tee hit me off I was like ill
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| Cause he got the skill and is what I would call real
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| I never thought about Norwegian currency
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| It’s luring me, instead of reassuring me
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| The rap shit is a pearl to me, means the world to me
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| Money and things didn’t even occur to me
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| It’s vital only get my shit on vinyl
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| Working night shifts and writing simultaneously
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| I’m not a B-Boy or a graf writer
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| I’m a Deep Green poem reciter
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| That’s my function in this large wheel of hip-hop |
| Fighting the time, writing the rhyme
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| Nothing you say make me crack
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| Make sure your own credibility be intact
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| If you don’t know who you are
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| You better stop and check yourself
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| Cause y’all look bizarre
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| Best respect who I am
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| This is a Dedication for my peeps in the land
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| My love for this culture is true
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| But I’ve seen vultures
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| Trying to make you, look ridiculous
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| But the real devils are always conspicuous
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| I’ll tell you what is really ironic
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| Punks claim they have big dicks
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| But when they talk to you they find themselves on it
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| Shit talking me don’t want it
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| So make like the wind and be gone with it
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| Word born get it
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| Step up to me and talk what you feel
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| I know I can deal with it
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| Get your own style
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| Stop talking 'bout this or that be dope
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| Unimportant what you’re sporting
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| Fuck Hilfiger I don’t care what you wear
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| As long as y’all acting clear
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| You’re a dopey in the mainstream
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| I’m at the riverbank with my flying lure scheme
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| Welcome to reality
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| Welcome to reality
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| Welcome to reality, see times is hard
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| I’m bringing this out to the V.O.T |
| My primo d and selector Tommy Tee
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| Y’all know who I be so let’s drop the topic
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| And commense to conquer cities
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| The light shines if you need a conclusion
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| But if you still wanna beef
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| I mentally explain the word resolution
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| Means that I’m unstoppable
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| Just as sure as the mic is rockable
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| The structure is taking form
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| And my mic is just getting warm
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| It’s my magic wand
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| Still form from night time to early morn'
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| Creativity as long as the light’s on
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| So when it come to the beats and the rhymes
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| Light entity still shine so divine |