| Listen, everything happens for a reason
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| Feti born, elders die all things in season
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| These days I’m just tryna get in where I squeeze in
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| Scratch that I bust the game open till it’s bleeding
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| That’s that
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| guerilla warfare no man will ever stop me
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| Cuz I run with tall black-skin Anunnaki
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| With 4 pounds of silver-plated chrome in they pockets
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| But most days I am non-violent
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| Just don’t cut my ways and I remain silent
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| And when I speak my truth weighs a ton
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| The scales tip as bricks of gold fall off my tongue
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| Your balls become stiff and cold as you succumb
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| To the spit I hold between my for fun
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| Yeah, and all I get it from my daddy
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| «I'm OK baby, raised up on the «tragedy
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| They say we that have it good, I say that they imagining
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| I came from war in war state
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| Anger seeped through jacked teeth cuz they couldn’t get a warm plate
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| I made it out with a number two in the clean slate
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| A dirty conscience haunts me but I shouldn’t even be awake
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| Cuz I was born in the eighties just like my friend was
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| But now I’m hitting text about this from an overdose
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| And not that he was my closest friend but I hold him close
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| He lived across the street in apartment B where they sold the dope
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| And yes I’m going on a tangent, my mind is running rampant
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| And writing this the only way I handle it
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| The booth is like my cell therapy, ask Goudy
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| My words like food for the soul, I go to pass with them
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| And past cathartic, this is life saving for me
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| 14 years old, slicing lungs what life gave up on me
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| But I had KRS and De La Soul and Brand Nu
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| To say that hip-hop showed me God is nothing short of pure
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| Sure I do this to prove a point to my critics
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| Lyrics like fire bullets gets to finish
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| My limits have been crossed
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| Now I made it my business to personally massacre these rappers
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| Who’re packing shit with a ribbon
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| Resented the children who don’t know how to tell the difference
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| Between a liar or an authentic or being alive and just living
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| I’m here to tell you my vision with IMAX precision
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| My story line is still building, the climax impending
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| But I am the protagonist but I come out winning
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| The top is a long way from my starting humble beginnings
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| I’m finna get it like a champion
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| Going after
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| I’m tryna send it back to the middle
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| When it’s settled I’m telling you
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| I done mastered the rhythm
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| Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
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| Don’t you even go there
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| Tear into your ego
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| Style with no rehearsal |