| Huh, I engage a page turner, burn a stage to fragrance
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| Raises similar to native sages' sageing
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| Unlocking a cage of praises for Rock of Ages
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| Let random rambling rappers rant and raving
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| I inflame verbs to your nerve ends
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| Literally feeling these words in my tendons
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| And rattling occupants of the venues sinews
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| While the Eulogy be orchestrating continuous crescendos
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| Excellent, been down since Exodus
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| Like what if the Egyptians and Israelites joined forces
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| That would force a forfeit
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| And it’s hard to drive hard when your hard drive
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| Keeps needing a force quit
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| But I, I, done learned to speak immigrants
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| The language of the broken like the system in their English
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| I speak with Heaven’s accent, angelic dialect
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| Repping my coast as if that spirit realm had oceans
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| Ex, ex, excellence, that’s what you should expect from us
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| Least we can do to say thank you for how He blessed us
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| All else is blasphemy. |
| Disagree, get at me!
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| And he with low standards, don’t get with no mics on
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| The stages I stand on, to battle where the stakes
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| For the rights to keep the mic for a couple more bars
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| No YouTube channels for rap battles and cash prizes
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| Just keeping your cool when heat rises
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| Next breaks concussions, gashes and bruises
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| It’s real manhood with the monthly bills to prove it
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| Start with me, my art archery aims for the dark meat
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| Your albums are full of more bites than shark week
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| Excellent!
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| My writing remains with such serious symbolism
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| Styles aplenty, pages get the lead out like Jimmy
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| Homie, I am not kidding, there’s no play dates
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| Muscle up or hustle to street name the dBA
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| Excellent! |