| Verse 1: Peebs The Prophet
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| Yeah, this peace of mind is all I pray I can find
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| Bet it’s hard to wrap your brain around this means when it’s gray outside
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| Pace my breath, space out time
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| When I’m facing elimination, I ain’t coming with these played out rhymes
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| And no vague outlines to see inside me
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| Getting timely rhymes occupy your mind like Zucotti
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| When I try to think, back in my past
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| Daydreaming in the back of the class, never figured I would master my craft
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| Blunt one em put em headphones right outta that jack
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| And burn you down like a single heater out of that pack
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| You can take it as an all out challenge
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| Or more balance but I still hit shots like raw talent
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| Don’t question my works, what I said is preferred
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| Like I am a techie name with the rest of the herds
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| I get holy when I’m blessing the verse
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| You only yelling on the intro, that shit is absurd
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| I’m here to dominate, I maintain brain waves from here to Monterey
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| Cuz real still recognize real amongst a lot of fake
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| Not they hate people make claims when they tryna break |
| A radio, rappers is still snoozing when I’m wide awake
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| You oughta place feeling out of pocket at a danger
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| Flows stop me like dinner without a plate
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| Gotcha thinking that I was slipping in out of shape
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| But no I’m cut weight, like scales they calibrate
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| Freestyle for hours straight without a days rest
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| Reach in my apex, the true corny rapper in the same breath
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| These rookie spastards ain’t coming for a taste test
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| They want your paycheck and ain’t afraid to face death
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| Keep your system on blast while BluntOne on em in that tape deck
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| Laying next to Prophet keep the beats fresh
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| Hook: Peebs The Prophet & Awon
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| Set fire on the beat keep em moving like tires on the street
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| Don’t mistake the lion for the sheep
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| And don’t mistake the sheep for the passion
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| Wait for the action just take it for a brief interaction
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| Fire on the beat keep em moving like tires on the street (yeah)
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| Don’t mistake the lion for the sheep (Awon)
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| And don’t mistake the sheep for the passion (Peebs The Prophet)
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| Wait for the action, just take it as a brief interaction (uh) |
| Verse 2: Awon
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| Sometime I just wanna write rhymes sip some craft beer
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| Try new wine, roll up, and hit the atmosphere
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| I’ma a simple man I enjoy a simple life
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| When I’m high as a kite, I usually wanna write
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| Like Jordan I take flight in a fresh pair of Nike’s
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| Imagine myself moving a crowd in the daydream
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| I straight fiend for microphones I can grip
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| Just like when I’m stressed, I have to go cop a zip
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| But sometime, I just wanna smoke a blunt with my coffee
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| And listen to dope beats cuz whack shit exhausts me
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| I don’t know much about anything anymore
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| Only know life, ODB I like it raw
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| Encore that machine gun funk stay in your leg
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| Keep it dirty shit sound like it came off of cassette
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| Peace to Prophet, BluntOne, and Phoniks came to collect
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| Your assets help cracks for ass bets, I cash threats
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| Your new favorite Awon the greatest
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| In the underground the top spot, I’ma take it
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| It’s a competitive sport but I remind you
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| You know you the shit when everybody rewinds you
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| You know you the shit when everybody rewinds you |
| Hook: Peebs The Prophet
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| Set fire on the beat keep em moving like tires on the street
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| Don’t mistake the lion for the sheep
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| And don’t mistake the sheep for the passion
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| Wait for the action just take it for a brief interaction |