| Know what man, sometimes you just can never tell
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| Man, let me tell you how it went down
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| I got to swaggering but not from blaze saddlings
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| My patterns pre-perform pray and let them suckers pop they collar
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| No one’s bomber, came in freshly scented with Nag Champa
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| Blessed and full-dressed in God’s armor, team stronger
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| Quarter past eleven and touchdown the Rat team
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| Sound check went rather clean through the blessing of Elohim
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| would see the catch we in this kind of environment
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| But this time, I’m sure it was divine appointment
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| Eyes met, all up in the corner third one from the left
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| Locking iris with the Isis look-alike with God’s light
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| That alluded from a pause and poured a waterfall of emotions up in the dome
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| But I ain’t make no move, I was playin' it cool
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| Reminiscing of high school when them fools be like
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| «Make sure your time is right before you step»
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| So I held down that cypher tribal style like this
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| Bridge the where I kick it smoothly like she ain’t move me
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| Yeah, I peeped her chilling by the door
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| And she was grooving out there on the floor
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| Sure yeah right, she’s banging bro
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| But she’s not what we came down here for
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| So you better focus on your flows
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| And carry yourself like a pro
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| Cause the crew came through to do a show
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| And then we’re gonna go, but then again you never know
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| The set lasted about 45 minutes to an hour
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| She seen the team’s power and felt the anointing shower
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| I made my way to the back while she maneuvered through the people
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| Peeped her train of thought, she was pondering should she speak
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| Walked two inches to the left of me in hope our shoulders brush
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| Against each other then she’d tell a brother he was fresh
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| Met you last time for the first time when you rhymed with Dead Beat
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| I just ain’t had the guts to say exactly what I think
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| I’m like you got a bowl of ink, I stick my finger in it
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| And scribble on my shirt so I won’t lose them seven digits
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| Thank God I didn’t miss it, listen future Mrs. Props
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| Normally I’m not the type to roll up with a head blowed up
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| And get my hopes up just to get dashed cause I ain’t dress right
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| You thought the set was fresh? |
| She like «not as fresh as you»
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| I said come over here, I’ll introduce you to the crew
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| So you meet her last week at the show
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| And apparently she has a glow
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| Cause she make quite an impression on you, that’s for sure
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| And now you’re hoping that it’s something more
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| You’re probably getting tired of being all alone
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| But I love you falling man, look out below
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| You try to tell me that you’re in control
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| But if I were you, I’d take it slow
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| Homie, you never know
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| Few weeks into it, convos went rather fluid
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| On the phone like «all night I break out in a cold sweat»
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| Don’t know where go next, no gold Rolex
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| Come close to express, who knew to expect
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| Them innocent questions like «what's up with New Breed?»
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| Are them two dating? |
| Yo I miss Raphi
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| All of them chilling spilling skills everywhere they go
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| Hol' up, did you just ask if Elsie’s dating Macho?
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| I think not, they’re related
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| Now why you look elated like you happy to know?
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| Girl, you interested in Macho? |
| That’s a low blow
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| Y’all schemin' on the low-low again
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| Why all them girls I’m interested in fall in love with friends?
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| Steady askin' for his info, I’m like «what just happened?»
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| I can’t tell my crew 'cause they would never stop laughing
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| It’d be like that sometimes, get used for their gain
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| That’s the story of my life, getting played by the game
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| So you end up looking like a joke
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| And you almost got your heart broke
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| From thinking you was ready to elope
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| But the fairy tale went up in smoke
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| Man I hate to say I told you so
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| But you did not want to take it slow
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| Sometimes that’s just how the story goes
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| Dudes be chasing fool’s gold
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| They get played by the game
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| Watch yourself or else
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| You get played by the game |