| I’m the type to concave
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| Mic destroy save
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| Life enjoy blade
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| All up in your sector
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| Rewind select, infect your mind like that
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| Tunnel Rats up on the rise
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| Always keep your party live
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| I came to renovate that mental state
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| Man, never taint your standards of expectation
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| Bringing damage to the bars
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| Sixteen to be exact
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| In fact it’s overly impacted
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| When tactics that crack backs
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| Like it practiced chiropractics
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| Drastic or gymnastic warrior from SoCal
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| Hold now Afro-American dreads and shell toes
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| Hell knows we leaders but
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| Y’all cheat-sheeters don’t try to meet us anywhere near halfway
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| Like can’t see what I’m living on
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| Spinning on way too many techniques to not be busy
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| Leaving the city dizzy with plenty title capers
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| Style-wise you’re slipping, ripping raps on wax paper
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| (Come this far by not compromising)
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| The not-so-world-famous-at-all angles in
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| (Now you feel the temperature rising)
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| Don’t try to hang with us, it’s way too dangerous
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| I’m the type to concave
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| Mic destroy save
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| Life enjoy blade
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| All up in your sector
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| Rewind select, infect your mind like that
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| Tunnel Rats up on the rise
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| Always keep your party live
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| My heart hemoglobin hover high over city life
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| Vein tapped to numb the pain
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| Rap under city light
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| A blood transfusion from the cross to the populace
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| Stay away, you won’t find a way to be stopping us
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| We to prove it was true we rooted in confusion
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| Losing an understanding of real or illusion
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| But my mind a fuse in a balance it came to grips with
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| My life’s a gift, not for me but for the music
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| While other men are struggling to keep that pattern up
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| Saddle up, life get rough if you assuming that you free
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| Watch close or you’ll miss an ethnicity
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| I check other rhymes
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| Paint with the wind’s every color, young brother
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| (Come this far by not compromising)
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| From the hood to the east coast to the IE and
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| (Now you feel the temperature rising)
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| When all of my brethren stand with me
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| I’m the type to concave
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| Mic destroy save
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| Life enjoy blade
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| All up in your sector
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| Rewind select, infect your mind like that
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| Tunnel Rats up on the rise
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| Always keep your party live
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| Most hopelessly hoping they homemade hits the next coast
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| Focus on been the elect king of king take control
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| Arrive all the way, live among the greatest
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| When no other way to say it, I’ll have to paint it
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| While you’re complaining, I’ll start explaining
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| How an emcee can be bound to live in free love we
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| Even when we don’t really agree
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| An absolute antithesis, an aggravated Argonaut
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| Actually an astronaut my master not embrace yet
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| Where sin abounds, there’s grace and I proclaim whether you laugh or not
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| And slandering cease when megacrews make moves
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| And Elohim increase in the eyes of fools
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| (Come this far by not compromising)
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| A cannonball in this wrecking crew, man
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| (Now you feel the temperature rising)
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| Silly you, quit playing it cool
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| I’m the type to concave
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| Mic destroy save
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| Life enjoy blade
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| All up in your sector
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| Rewind select, infect your mind like that
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| Tunnel Rats up on the rise
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| Always keep your party live |