| Ese habla como yo
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| Y habla muy lindo
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| Y no es cierto lo que dice
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| Ese habla como yo
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| Y habla muy lindo
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| Y no es cierto lo que dice
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| Check it out
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| The way you feelin on the outside
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| Reflects how you feelin' on the inside
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| Tell me now have you really ever stopped tryin
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| So many people killin
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| Kids still dyin or multiplyin'
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| I ain’t lyin here’s my testimony
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| The shit I kick is real never ever phony
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| You spittin cheesy lyrics like macaroni
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| Call me if you only wanna sit down and write a jam
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| That stands for Somethin'
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| Because my passion and rage are highly concentrated
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| This underground music movement is way too underrated
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| Pop music done came
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| Had its five seconds of fame
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| Now it’s time to throw a wrench all up in they game
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| We trek this battlefield life
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| With words to sleigh the doubters expect no knives
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| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
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| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
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| We trek this battlefield life
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| With words to sleigh the doubters quitters, cowards
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| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
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| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
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| I know you feel the pain I conceal
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| Hip hop flip flopped to gain pop appeal
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| Upon the backs of MC’s with integrity
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| Rap music made wack a celebrity
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| I ain’t worried why be in a hurry
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| Giant steps are made in inches and snakes tend to scurry
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| When my steps are taken no room for move fakin'
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| Your titles exect your visions blurry so hurry hurry
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| Catch the force of all my fury
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| I’m growin leaps and bounds from the mound which you been buried
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| Feed off yo energy
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| Two times infinity
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| MCs are meant to be controllers of mics
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| We trek this battlefield life
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| With words to sleigh the doubters expect no knives
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| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
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| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
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| We trek this battlefield life
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| With words to sleigh the doubters quitters, cowards
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| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
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| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
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| Ese habla como yo
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| Y habla muy lindo
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| Y no es cierto lo que dice
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| Now the slick text in this here context
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| Is just far too complex too far out to be fetched
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| So as I sketch check my patterns, my shades and tones
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| Freak in the microphone is yours truly saucer
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| The dope rhyme flosser
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| I got something for all you wankers and tossers.
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| With dollar budget pushing low grade quality
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| That’s like ghost face sportin some no name walabees
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| Now I be damned if I sit on my ass
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| While these MCs tresspass cross my grass
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| Time to landscape
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| Reshape the garden for growth
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| Spread the message overseas, via remote
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| We got different types of flavas but they taste the same
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| All biters no writers in this hip-hop game
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| I blame myself plus you for things we do
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| It’s not wonder why we stay under and don’t bust through because.
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| We trek this battlefield life
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| With words to sleigh the doubters expect no knives
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| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
|
| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
|
| We trek this battlefield life
|
| With words to sleigh the doubters quitters, cowards
|
| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
|
| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
|
| We trek this battlefield life
|
| With words to sleigh the doubters expect no knives
|
| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
|
| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
|
| Ese habla como yo
|
| Y habla muy lindo
|
| Y no es cierto lo que dice
|
| We trek this battlefield life
|
| With words to sleigh the doubters quitters, cowards
|
| It’s only common sense the heart is more revealing
|
| But a stab to someone’s back is much more appealing
|
| Ese habla como yo
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| Y habla muy lindo
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| Y no es cierto lo que dice |