| Yeah
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| Them creative forces that forged
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| From dust an entire species
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| Native forces surged
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| From muck and mire? |
| Please
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| Pain that makes the ground fertile to launch artistic movements
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| Pick your renaissance, Italy or Harlem
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| Art that steers clear of them squad cars
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| Stay under that radar
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| Them tasers sting hard
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| I’ve been there
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| Art that shines bright in a prison
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| Yo let me tell ya
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| Elegant, brilliant, audio Helvetica
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| Mind change with side change, compression it’s bliss
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| Didn’t see it, but now I know possibilities endless
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| Who would have thought something as dumb as rap could spark this
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| Paradigm shift
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| He only used one image to (make)
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| Came and gathered up the gravel and
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| Fashioning from mud
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| Everything we know and love
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| Lumps of coal
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| Got soul from JAH’s nostrils
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| Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas
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| Something out of nothing
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| I dare you
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| And stare straight into the status quo
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| Like «Do I scare you?»
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| The mainstream tremble and fall
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| And point them all to the Savior
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| Until they all stand in awe
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| So push yourself
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| Force yourself
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| You feel the pain?
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| Lean into it
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| Growl!
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| Lose your voice like you mean to do it
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| The P90x of thinking
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| Build up resilience
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| Pen don’t give brain breaks
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| Makes you brilliant
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| And feast on a catalog
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| Update your dialogue
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| Fool, we still build schools of thoughts out of Lincoln Logs
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| The big homies chew me up
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| But Hoover used to school me like
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| Everything in life
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| You either do it right
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| Or do it twice
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| Homie opt in
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| Like you ain’t got an option
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| Confirm God’s calling like you’re all in
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| When the combined force
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| Of four horsemen
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| Forged in Hell’s furnaces
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| Challenge you to face off
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| Show them what you made of
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| Came and gathered up the gravel and
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| Fashioning from mud
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| Everything we know and love
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| Lumps of coal
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| Got soul from JAH’s nostrils
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| Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas
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| Something out of nothing
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| I dare you
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| And stare straight into the status quo
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| Like «Do I scare you?»
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| The mainstream tremble and fall
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| And point them all to the Savior
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| Until they all stand in awe |