| Take ya back to the times
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| When I chased dimes, wrote rhymes, paced minds eight times in a week
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| Never waste time, I’m strong for the week
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| If we ain’t on the same page then we can’t speak
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| You a mute, had to choose another route
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| I’ve been all over the world, you’re struggling to commute, who are you?
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| Chasing facades, I’m bracing for god
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| If the world ends from aliens straight
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| Little joke to relieve the tension
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| Stay grinding but they fail to mention my
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| Name in the media, speed dialing Expedia
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| Government getting greedier
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| Heading overseas immediate, man
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| Flows golden, lord, whole town energy stored
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| All the leaders in morgues, everybody cyborgs, doing the same things
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| Programmed, Facebook and the Gram, I’m on the same dream
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| From back when I was living on the street surviving
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| Got a sound all up in your
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| Granny, he wildin'
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| Know you lookin' down, I can feel you smiling
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| Dreams I’m piling
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| Never lost the hunger, my stomach growling, wolves are howling
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| Waiting for my shot, life’s steadily fouling
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| It’s cool though, soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Kudos, kudos, kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Kudos, kudos, kudos
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| I’m cool though
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| We Grow Wax over here
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| We no slack over here
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| We throwback over here
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| We know rap over here
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| We flow facts over here, yeah
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| Don’t get lost in translation, cousin
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| Glazing the page amazing, cheaper by the dozen
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| buzzing, honey, don’t you see the hive breaking out?
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| Soaring through the, flows, I’m making out
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| Kiss of life resurrects death
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| But they Redman next to Meth, dope
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| Next breath, exhale, heavenly air, cloud-walk, my steps clean
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| Next scene, king, showing ‘em what means
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| Overlooked so long I got used to it
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| Still concentrated, made juice to it
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| Akon, I’m showing people the light
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| Though they blind, had a dream and I never lost sight
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| From back when I was living on the street surviving
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| Got a sound all up in your
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| Granny, he wildin'
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| Know you lookin' down, I can feel you smiling
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| Dreams I’m piling
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| Never lost the hunger, my stomach growling, wolves are howling
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| Waiting for my shot, life’s steadily fouling
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| It’s cool though, soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Kudos, kudos, kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Soon they’ll give me kudos
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| Kudos, kudos, kudos
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| I’m cool though |