| The forgotten breed Moroccan harissa in a mahogany
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| My girl rocking a Mohawk and T in a monogamy
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| Derogatory comments I’m blocking and Polly with Barack
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| Jackets reminiscent of Stalin when he was hot
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| Rocking on Jimmy Fallon for that late night spot
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| Then hit a diner with the fam till the day light pop
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| Feeling like Ralph Metcalf in a Nets Hat
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| Telling me I’m trespassing treating like an expat
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| In my own land, my goal is own land and grow plants and gracefully Keep coming
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| of age as an old man
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| Amazingly I break barriers down without carrying a crown that’s physical became
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| less cynical now
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| My passion is to be great no more corner street dreams
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| I rather reach beings at a deeper level like a deep sleep
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| And wake up reinvigorated when I give em pages
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| All that negative energy, Mutombo finger wave it
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| Morose rose garden in the front row
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| We rose over the lows and let the funds grow
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| It’s what we chose we travel a different a road
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| Rigmaroles swings then we switch roles
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| We can be distant and take the path of least resistance
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| Feel like I’m religious only do it how I feel it
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| All that’s left’s to get Spielberg to film it
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| I burnt the filter I should be the first to build it
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| Status Bilderberg and I left em bewildered
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| He milked it for what it was worth I made it feel good
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| In this concrete wilderness parents gotta shield a kid
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| U come with something different they’ll doubt it
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| And then they’ll feel the kid
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| I pretty much predicted every step
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| Without the bloody mess
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| We flooded em with sets and put the government in check
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| It’s chess ♟ more is always less u doing too much
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| And the souls of the ancestors is living thru us
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| So if u never grew up that’s on you
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| The facts on you life’ll a put a wrap on you
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| Ever made love with Persian on a persian rug?
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| Y’all can keep chasing dough I’m a keep searching for the rush
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| Morose rose garden in the front row
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| We rose over the lows and let the funds grow
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| It’s what we chose we travel a different a road
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| Rigmaroles swings then we switch roles |