| My mic is like my only highlight in my life some days
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| I testify in two 8s like saints on Sundays
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| Cuz I been through the sewage and come back unfazed
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| Now my music’s my temple of worship, so come praise
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| Now let me reintroduce myself, I’m Sa-Roc
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| They call me Red or shawty for short on my block
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| Ain’t have no bread, fam kept me fed on Garvey and Gil Scott
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| So I’d keep a real shot
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| Now I’m trigger happy, busting too often from my esophagus
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| Offering my soul up in every verse from my consciousness
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| See, DC made me but I’m bigger than a metropolis
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| Super Manifesting my lane from crib to sarcophagus
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| I ain’t gon lie, lil recognition would be dope
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| Cuz I be channeling just like a Panasonic remote
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| The ghost of my past demanding to hide my every quote
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| Until the truth saves my future just like a antidote
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| Hand to God
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
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| I tried to tell you was an alien once or twice
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| I guess 10 albums of evidence just did not suffice
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| This world don’t fit me, I’m wearing it like a faulty size
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| But I still slay every space I’ve been known to occupy
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| Spewing ink on this 8×11, they call me octopi
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| But most of my lines don’t see light of day like they Dracula
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| Been so afraid that my honesty would get me ostracized
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| Cuz I can’t prove this shit to you. |
| Bruh, I’m just hypothesizing
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| And I know one thing for sure, they ain’t looking for authentic Homie,
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| all these rappers is plastic and freshly augmented
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| Seem like real shit off the table, unfamiliar off limits
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| All my views is super Black like the windows is all tinted
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| That’s my truth, I don’t deny you yours
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| I’m tryna leave a hip hop classic, bomb your train of thought like Style Wars
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| With stories of how I earned these stripes we’ll call that tiger lore Legend of
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| beauty and beast- an internal dialogue
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| Hand to God
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
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| They ask for more, I told em sure. |
| Let’s see, who am I?
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| First, I’m extraordinary, more than meets the human eye
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| And that’s not arrogance, it’s more like I’m exhuming pride
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| They tried to bury my self worth and call it suicide, I object
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| I came too far and fought too hard to be a prior threat
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| There’s clear and present danger lurking in my dialect
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| And turbulence in every piece that I ain’t fired yet
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| I’m peaking, I’m Mt. Zion. |
| Holy shit, it’s prophesied I guess
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| Like I wasn’t ‘posed to make it past the first year
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| Now I’m in the twin cities rocking pink coats of cashmere
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| Y’all don’t make this album fly, I’m thinking bout jetting-that's Lear But I
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| got in the game to make some kind of change-cashier
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| So what do you suggest? |
| Should I walk it out?
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| Get 3 stacks on the track? |
| One more Outkast to talk about?
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| I’m on my own path, have no other plans to stalk your route
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| So I’m gon' leave this here. |
| Dope artifacts from Roc, I’m out
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| Hand to God
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby
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| This ain’t never easy
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| Hope that you believe me
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| Cuz I don’t have a reason
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| To ever tell a lie to you, rather say goodbye to you, baby |