| I’m an amalgam of Malcom and Marley
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| Shaq and Barkley, Springsteen and Paul McCartney
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| The speech is godly, the uniform is human form
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| Black unicorn the karmic level I’m at is rated Buddhist porn
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| My pseudonym was born on basketball courts
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| Masterful thoughts let my life take its natural course
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| Maximum force they try to stop us with fibs and all types of gossip
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| Try to profit through crisis it’s just a microcosm
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| More than twice I seen the bottom and I climbed out
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| Shout out to the sun for shining I had to grind out
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| This numerology chicks told me I was I’m number one
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| Losing is cumbersome winners in my circumference
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| Thoughts of abundance sipping coffee up in London
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| Pulling stunts ducking bullets from guns looking for funding
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| Out the venue stumbling drunk, this life is humbling
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| Is it all pre-destined or random? |
| Got me wondering
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| *Chant*
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| Every day we wake up ready that war we be waging
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| Northface and court cases coordinating tours around nations
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| Yellow white and brown faces and it sounds racist
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| So many artists getting lit without a foundation
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| And then the hype dies its lights out goodbye
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| That was good try ya careers just flat lined and died
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| Never had a budget yet I get wild numbers
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| How long could you survive after the system malfunctions?
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| Malnutrition french fries and fried chicken
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| Get ya mouth fixed all you do is spit cow shit
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| I’m on the couch lit quarantine politics
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| Knowledge the etymology my mind shine like halogen
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| You’ll probably read about it I’m Buddha under the Bo tree
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| The streets promote me figured the hack out like Oakley
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| Sharp like my obliques
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| Yogi I meditate in wild poses
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| Drawing you a picture with a child’s focus
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| *Chant*
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| *Mantras* |