| JGivens
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| Stones
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| So many levels
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| So many levels
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| So many levels
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| So many levels
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| Ya
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| Oh, this is the cake This is the level they say I won’t go
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| Tell me I ain’t Believe me, believe me man
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| Really I do I do what they don’t
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| Apostrophe tea??? |
| A catastrophe
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| Max with the gabs so you mad at me
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| One of the harder way???
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| All of the talk is irrelevant
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| What has it ever meant nothing
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| It evident Not with our precedence
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| All those are only Talking about precedence
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| Pledging allegiance The devils confederates
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| Levels above In the womb we were evidence
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| Levels aboveIn the room we are elephants
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| Who can ignore us
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| When we move toward us
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| The throne in the residence Rock solid
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| Couldn’t care less who don’t roll with me
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| Tip top cuz I got JGivens and Stones with me
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| Stay on your square boy Keep your circle bulletproof
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| One star in my Ringo
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| I keep that beetle juice
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| This is the kinda juice that will electrocute
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| I’ll testify for El-Sheddai
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| Electrify like like Victor Cruz
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| When I hit the fuse
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| No magician but??? |
| Let's go
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| Levels too we above the haters |
| Like subways and the skyscrapers
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| Like staircases and escalators
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| Like jumping jacks and elevators
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| This ain’t the same
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| This ain’t a game
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| We freeze the frame
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| You can see the grain
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| You just see my aviators
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| We see elevation like aviators
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| We way to strong
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| On so many levels
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| We way too gone
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| On so many levels
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| This what we on
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels
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| Left coast blow ya head back
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| (Pap pap) when it’s said
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| Head smack when it’s read back
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| Smack talk, still educate em like a Ted chat
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| Ted talk, better head back
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| Follow bread tracks
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| Swallow each lil' wheat pill
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| To a refill from a smack to His red back
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| Eat, drink so you’ll never forget
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| Homie, that’s a meek meal
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| It’s levels to this
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| Matter fact, if you read back
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| When the red back was at attacked by the tails of the lives of a dead cat
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| Said cat died by the hands on the one who was driving the whip with the blue
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| and red flash
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| Gun blast! |
| Check badge!
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| Cat lives matter to an elephant whose melanin is black
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| Spittin' raps to a pot messaging a kettle |
| Yelling on another level to a blackstreet that led ‘em to the dead cat
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| (Don't shoot)
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| Now does it really take nine lives to communicate
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| That a state senator that’s trying to minister to eight
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| Can’t escape from American terrorism that still wants to wave the Confederate
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| Bang the Confederate in a shark tank
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| Where it’s great to debate what’s 'hate'?
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| The macro’s sin but the micro’s race
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| We ain’t ahead of rap
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| The tale-tell sign is the tail’s fenna head rap
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| Obliterate it, demonstrate it
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| Shake the game like the San Andreas
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| Renovate it to a kin of David
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| When the hate crimes mime what the Philistines rhymes then it’s time to behead
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| rap
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| Sober and steadfast
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| Word to your blue and red flags:
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| We don’t do rags
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| We’re over-your-head-raps
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| Levels too we above the haters
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| Like subways and the skyscrapers
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| Like staircases and escalators
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| Like jumping jacks and elevators
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| This ain’t the same
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| This ain’t a game
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| We freeze the frame
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| You can see the grain
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| You just see my aviators
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| We see elevation like aviators
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| We way to strong |
| On so many levels
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| We way too gone
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| On so many levels
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| This what we on
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels
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| Once upon a time not long ago
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| There was a dude name Jelahni
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| He was known as Foe
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| Smoking doobies on a corner
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| While he sold his dope
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| I used to learn and listen rap the songs he wrote
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| He’s the reason I had lyrically been shown the ropes
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| If it wasn’t for him there wouldn’t be a Gemstones for quote
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| I was a little kid
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| Mimicking this grown adult
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| Who didn’t know in years I would be the chosen dope
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| I could have made it then but I had the wrong approach
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| Wanted to buy a Benz
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| Just to say I don’t do notes
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| Following every trend
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| Glorifying stones and ropes
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| Because growing up as a little kid I was always broke
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| I wanted all that it represented
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| But God said no
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| But by an act with the Holy Spirit
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| I talked the ghost
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| Didn’t know that when I repented
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| That I’d be called for hope
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| No shot at Givens or Sean Simmonds but y’all should know
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| Whenever I’m on whoever’s record 'that's all she wrote' |
| I’m an elephant that’s blind
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| You’d never seen a mind intelligent as mine
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| I’m heaven sent like feather drifting up the spine
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| A different level
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| Hope you’re from a another planet if you plan to get on mine
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| Levels too we above the haters
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| Like subways and the skyscrapers
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| Like staircases and escalators
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| Like jumping jacks and elevators
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| This ain’t the same
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| This ain’t a game
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| We freeze the frame
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| You can see the grain
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| You just see my aviators
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| We see elevation like aviators
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| We way to strong
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| On so many levels
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| We way too gone
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| On so many levels
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| This what we on
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels
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| On so many levels |