| The Skywriter, future looking brighter than 8 Mile
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| On high contrast Mekhi Phifer
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| Should I deny hyper and elevate
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| To a better groove, not to be rude but Stella, wait!
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| Got a date with this chick destiny, heard she a looker
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| Plenty fishes in the sea but on the real too many hookers
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| Fighting for the bait with the losers of the lavish
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| Fabricate the real, you homies gettin' catfish
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| A lack of disc, are you missed?
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| When I engage sound with a single word, funny talking get to lisp
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| Gist of the point in my mind-frame
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| Ours ahead, catch up, then they tell you that the time changed
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| Lebron James in the paint, do you get it?
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| ‘cause I don’t rap, I paint the SkyBlew
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| All these lines got ‘em shifted to the back now hush that fuss
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| Everybody move to the back of the bus
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| Revolution bringing change like a cashier
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| No receipts, I’m still paying ‘em back for last year, yeah
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| And battle me, you finna see how your squad get disassembled like a vengeance
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| beef
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| Catch me out in Tennessee, searching for a balance
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| You can keep rap, life’s the real challenge
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| But I’m a competitor, dawg, now I’m building a reservoir
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| To fight alienation like Predator
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| Get to the chopper, mission complete
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| It’s so sweet eating candy again but don’t retreat
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| Seek translation, I lost ‘em, I promise that
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| At least I’m curing the infected, I’m Monistat
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| You can keep the cream, I’m in it for the dream
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| Like Christina Milian, I’m beyond what’s seen
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| By the mortal eye so don’t sweat the technique
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| I find it running down your face, leave a streak on your left cheek
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| Let’s meet in a state of euphoria
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| Found a broad away, now I’m singing Gloria, I know we are
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| Never coming down, that’s what I prefer
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| To the earth, keep it down, I don’t like to be disturbed
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| So alert them, tell ‘em now hush that fuss
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| Everybody move to the back of the bus
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| What
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| To the back, you ain’t ready for the front
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| Destination forever, I’ve been traveling for months
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| What’chu want? |
| Monsters don’t scare me
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| Speaking to your mind, come and find me for therapy
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| Know it takes patience, heard it’s a virtue
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| Going in before it’s dark so got a curfew
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| Friends, they’a hurt you, make sure your enemies close
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| Funny how your foes love you the most
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| I’ve been, coast to coast, now I’m back again
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| Shows like reruns, What’s Happening!
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| I’m captain, they powered in my music, whoa!
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| Guess it’s a good thing I suppose, ‘cause I’m
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| Getting out there, give me the exposure
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| Better than nothing, ‘cause at least somebody knows ya
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| Flows like Folgers, good to the last drop
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| These flows plant the seeds to success, I’m a cash crop |