| The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor, is the mind of the
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| oppressed.
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| So y’all go ahead, I’m gonna free the minds with my rhyme patterns
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| Y’all partying and dancing. |
| Woop, RICO!
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| My statements are tenaciously baiting them basic emcees
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| Complacently laying empty breath wasting sixteens on paper
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| In faking their street credentials for entry inside the Matrix
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| Let’s face it you lost the, I’m known as the global favorite
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| Never asked for this position, I was born for this mission
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| Masters, human with a superhero condition
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| Poems is itching to strangle mics, cause I’m killing
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| They victimizing the people, I’m ritualizing the speakers
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| Voice is seasoned, they salty, these rhymes perfection is faulty
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| Only the realest can feel this, you not gorilla, you lost me
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| Pardon me if I’m bossing up, rushing stages and tossing up.
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| It’s time for a revolution, we startin' up
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| Last poet said niggas is scared of revolution. |
| They rather never question than
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| to press for a solution
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| A&R said my son would never make it past the underground, but I’m coming with
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| that radioactive heat like cold fusion
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| Cauterizing flesh to cold hard steel, I’m ill with this anarchist artistic show
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| of mans' will
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| Rap is at a standstill. |
| Let me be your motivation, feed ya with this cosmic dust
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| You’ll trust me? |
| I’ll be slow and patient
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| Brace… yourself for absolute amazing Lighters up, neck bobbing,
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| consciousness-raising
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| Spark the first fire, then I leave the stages blazing, constantly varying flows
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| like linear equation
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| Most beautiful-est thing in this world, it’s just like that
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| I get in your brain and just like that, this bubblegum-dumb rappers just too
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| suspect
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| Come in correctly, sonny
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| Trust me, I will just bust back
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| Recycling, 360 full moon, for your womb, ripening, lyric skills tightening
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| Every word that I speak rather enlightening
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| This will take over my team, assault rifling
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| We wakin' sleeping giants with odd rhythms and science
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| We god-driven, the finest
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| I’m alchemist like Midas
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| I’m gold until said not your and they hide us
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| They short-dated, we timeless since dilating your irises
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| Got you astro-travelling, grappling freedom with fists clenched and bleeding
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| Discerning between real and illusions you were seeing. |
| That’s why I started
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| Emceeing, cause finding truth is so freeing
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| And finally I found me, beneath tinted flesh that was
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| Watch me take the stage like did
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| Fresh steez,, minus the
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| I’mma build a nation of, just like Elijah did
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| non-believers with like Delilah did |