| I’m damn if I do my whole bandwidth is taboo, Bantu
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| Gave y’all answers to clues
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| Deep healing over band-aids for wounds
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| Broke thru mandates and man-made rules
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| Plant based foods hand made tunes that make landscapes groove Handshakes and
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| truces with rival crews, we don’t idolize dudes
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| Their jewelry looking like a stylized noose, social lynchings, while they
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| vocalizing fiction, childhood born narcissism
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| I talk with an anarchist wisdom social drinking over
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| Vibes of Marxist socialism
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| Arrogant billionairism, you worshiping marketing dollars mark of beast followers
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| Oligarchy scholars
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| Echo chambers of clichés in the deep state, police state
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| Climate heat waves, the North Pole is new tropics, emaciated polar bears,
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| Radioactive solar flares, plastic fish, internet activist
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| Death manufacturers, thirst trap selfies
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| Broke folks looking mad wealthy, pyramid scheme sketchy they can make a
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| straight line seem edgy I still dream heavy
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| Without dreams I’m dead
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| Channel my inner Khaled my teams the best
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| This ain’t talent this is soul, big difference, this is black gold their goals
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| are fictitious, rappers is entertainers who play roles to trick listeners
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| Mind controlled by big business
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| Cocky talking heads with cognitive dissonance
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| We the voice of dissidence
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| They might not like us, might be scared to promote this, douse the system with
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| flows corrosive
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| Bend em out of shape like multiple sclerosis
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| They don’t wanna see me go full Napoleon
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| I’m a contradiction, anti-colonial
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| Anti phony gimmicks
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| No drums no instruments This is only lyrics
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| Only the real will feel this
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| Y’all Tap dance and get high to something else
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| Universal law I abide to nothing else
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| Don’t compare me to rappers
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| Your top ten lists generic facing impossible odds
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| Like the Mau Mau I’m fearless
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| Mainstream or backpack
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| My names rings bells from Beijing to Baghdad asthmatic still I laser beam
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| passed that
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| I’m part man part marvel
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| I evolved passed Darwin my heart part carbon
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| My thoughts reach farther than profit margins
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| This a movement of prophets marching
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| Lauryn hill at her peak, Jordan in his prime
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| Magnus carlsen’s mind
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| Nonchalantness of James Harden
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| I’m John starks dunk at the Madison square garden
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| Apollo the great, Zeus The god of thunder
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| My apartments should be treated like an Area 51 bunker
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| Biggest charisma while low key
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| Still An enigma to those who know me
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| Gorilla hulk
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| You divulge ya life during pillow talk
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| We heard about ya, all universe 21st century writer
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| That gun talk stale, I push weight on top of scales
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| Opus Dei, my soul not for sale
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| Catching speaking Swahili mixed with French
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| In a gold dashiki with miraculous African strength
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| Exhibit pride and joy thru the worst times
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| You cry babies act like you felt pain for the first time
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| I put myself on, you can’t black ball a warhead
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| I storm the set and start rapping to Portishead
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| Y’all typing ya life I show up instead
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| Y’all begging for slots I make em throw up the bread
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| Foreign countries state to state dolo I did that
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| My aura allows me to take a crystal clear
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| Photo in a room that’s pitch black
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| I’m the formula, no need to look far
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| That’s why always inspired and I get booked far
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| Street or book smart
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| These dumb politicians know how to look smart
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| Y’all ain’t wake up yet?
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| You figured out how this world is made up yet?
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| Slaving everyday for crumbs? |
| You ain’t upset?
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| Accepting next to nothing cause ya life sucks less?
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| In this society of success
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| Most of ya idols have rich investors
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| Either that or rich ancestors
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| Means they no different from you
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| Except maybe they living they truth
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| I ain’t giving u bars I’m giving you tools
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| They gonna milk u to death and get rid of you fools
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| We got the numbers on our side
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| But too busy surviving to fight this modern day apartheid
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| They keeping ya face prints in archives
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| And numbing all of our senses
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| That’s when the art dies |