| Hard work is what it takes we
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| Uppin the stakes
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| Heavyweights break beats
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| And rhymes that levitate
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| Through time and space
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| But when I get into the grime
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| Ain’t no time to waste
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| We design divine premonition
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| And position ourselves
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| To manufacture dope
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| And put it on the shelves
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| Of ya brain cells
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| Dilatin when we violatin
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| Rules of your pre-concepts
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| And no exceptions is made
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| Manifest fresh with my best friend
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| Actualizing what was destined
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| Now that you and I see eye-to-eye
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| I bet we can both fly to the most high
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| But first
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| Lets dig our fingers in the earth
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| And roll in the dirt
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| Man that shit won’t hurt
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| Theres a war goin on outside ya home
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| Click ya boots, decide what side ya on
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| Apocalypse rips through the chocolate cities
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| From California to the Middle East
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| They talkin this talkin, it’s gettin intense
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| Let me tell you about these days of the last
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| I’m gettin convinced
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| You can hear it in the spirit
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| Of the lyrics I kick
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| And the sounds that Jay-Biz mixed
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| Fuck the glamor and the glitz
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| My grammar depicts
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| Truth of the scandalous tricks
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| These songs represent bricks
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| Now just get into the grime and grit
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| We gotta work for life sustaining
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| And what’s that worth?
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| But the bullets and red
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| It was raining lead and radiation
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| Shrapnel leaving ya chidren dead
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| We can’t go for that
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| No, my raps pulsate
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| While the wax rotate
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| Let’s take it to the max
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| No limitations
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| The natural effect
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| Of work is sweat
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| But the stage is set
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| For the modern sages to arrive
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| The Prose--Pep Love and Jay-Biz
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| It’s an ageless journey
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| But the page is turning
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| And the pessimism just dont concern me
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| Must engage this fully
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| As our ways get dark
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| As our days get
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| Trails we gonna blaze
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| Until we at the maze exit
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| Onto the next shit
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| But for now just
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| Get into the grime and grit
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| We gotta work, exert the heart
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| So that you don’t get jerked
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| In this game brings pain and perks
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| But I remain this
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| Same insane individual
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| Who sparked the flame
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| Makin the situation critical
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| With a collage of audiovisual
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| Original styles that break-through
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| Rape and pillage you
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| On tape like the pilgrims
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| Doin what we feelin to break through
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| And now it’s time we raise the ceiling |