| In this game, we a link in the chain
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| This is real so I’ll remain
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| Preserving the classic ways we do this music
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| Hahahahaha. |
| APOLLO!
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, continuation of Trophies
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| Add on to the discography
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| Let’s do it A
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| Flow in the pocket, definitely it’s an art to it
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| Taught by the gods prior to me on just how to do it
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| Now when my pen manoeuvres so sick in the groove
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| Like I’m cruising butter soft the seat is pearly as beluga
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| Verbally he’s still a prob'
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| The so-called big names or types feelin' themself
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| I look at 'em as insane, so here it is, another trophy
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| The taxidermist I’m out
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| Heads on walls when I lyrically off 'em
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| My brain store’s open 24/7/365 days, I got that infinite wave
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| What’s etched in stone is bond to place, I could never be erased
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| Naysayers talk, but what can they say?
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| Got time in this village off particip’ing and skill in the words
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| I put beside one another for you to feel this, huh
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| Some catch it, some are smart some are dumb
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| Some dudes work twice as hard but I do it for fun
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| Over some classic shit we give a strong show
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| Case appealing to the masses, also
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| You feel a vibe from head to chest, way past your torso
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| From Detroit to NY, come on yo
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| Can’t deny what you’re feeling this is real folk flow we got going on deck
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| Lesson bestowing, Hip Hip 101 in effect
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| You in the moment this will guide you to check out for those not knowing
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| Channel my thoughts through music
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| Beat acting as a conduit
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| Underground shit here for sewers
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| For those in the know that I’ve done this many times
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| Understand my love for music is more than just rhyme
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| Kudos in order as I’m guided by some morals
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| Steal from a youngster past coming to the torch they lit
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| My earthly form, courtesy of mama I’ma last born
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| A sibling die before me then I came along
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| Attitude’s cobblestone
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| And some O’s known to keep it light cos I move better on my own
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| No clone, I’m a one of one
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| Throughout the planet I’m known, for any granite that I walk on is home
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| Shown respect for people as I expect it in return
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| The past echos the future, they both merge
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| Aquatic ear in case the surf surge
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| Beside Apollo on the board, after the chorus comes the third verse
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| Over the years I ask myself where the time’s gone
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| As I’m chillin' in my backyard, skewin' steaks on the barb'
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| Sippin' on something that I popped the cork on, buzzed
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| Money’s the motivation nowadays despite the love
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| Change in the times reflect
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| A whole different state of mind, I assume
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| It’s what the people accept
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| Rules are barred from the game now
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| Cause lames have been treating it
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| Areas need repairs, it’s time for some maintenance, yo
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| See my job is more than just to make your heads nod
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| To and fro over bass and treble decibels
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| Still holds court in his sport
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| O’s playin' by his own rules
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| Old school I consider just old news
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| Though dues been paid, I still have it in me
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| It’s a gift, not a talent, deeply entrenched within me
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| So thanks to the supporters and stand-up promoters
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| Til the next time I touch as always |