| Look around what do you see
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| Can you see what I see
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| Hard to live without weed
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| Catching hell without heed
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| Phenomenons, phenoms, and prodigies
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| 20,000 maniacs just gotta be
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| Human highlight flicks, they wanna be
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| Hobbies turned to robberies, they killin me
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| The gun didn’t know I was loaded
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| Devil attempts to get heroes railroaded
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| Stole the ball from lost souls
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| For whom the final bell toles
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| Confused with moses in street clothes
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| He suppose he the one with the corn rows
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| Blessed to do this outside J
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| Do you know the way to the ABA
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| One on one, it’s just begun
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| Come to the house of the rising son
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| Not one of these programmed cats
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| Just off the black where the shot clock at
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| Don’t back me if I with milky raps
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| Smack me if I rhyme on silky tracks
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| Takes a nation to get back
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| Mike sometimes the opposite of what ya like
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| I’m tired of the traps within
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| Sometimes your brain’s your cell
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| Prison’s the skin you in
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| Getting change beyond point blank range
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| Combined with the cross it’s getting strange
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| Here comes the sun
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| But who’s gonna stop the rain
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| It’s just begun
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| And some got done
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| Got to beat the man
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| In the house of the rising son
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| One on one, it’s just begun
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| Come to the house of the rising son |