| Mentally I’m an assembly line
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| You’ll never see me fall like donny in ‘79
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| Because i’m sharper than the bars of ebony try
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| Not to patronize me unless you mean the medici kind
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| If you ain’t get the point of that, son, that was the point of that
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| I wanna challenge y’all, I thought that was the point of rap
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| You get anointed at the point they put your soil back
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| Who really got the power? |
| the pound or the one it’s pointed at?
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| But chill, too many moms had their youths
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| Come brought back reduced to their dogtag and boots
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| And even men who walk with a god’s attributes
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| Can get dragged down to earth with a contract dispute
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| There are plenty of followers these days, we’re lacking leaders
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| The realest shit you gonna hear don’t ever pack arenas
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| I got a craft to teach ya like i’m played by Pat Morita
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| Here to break the crooked fingers of the evil hands that feed us
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| Hook:
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| We might have been in the same classroom
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| But I could barely stay awake past noon
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| They used to tell me I should change my tune
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| I’mma keep coming back like I’m ra’s al ghul
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| Strike me down and i’mma still come back
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| Strike me down, strike me down
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| Strike me down and i’mma still come back
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| Strike me down, strike me down
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| Soul Khan:
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| Now, the words from my jaw are like a circular saw
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| They cut deeper than my features to my personal flaws
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| This is for the fellas with their babymamas learning lamaze
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| Looking for justice like augustus in his journal in oz
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| I stand out on my street in my jeans and a old beater
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| And wonder if we gon' get our own hiroshima
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| Even when i’m lit as the tip of a cohiba
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| I don’t get to sniffing or kick it with lolitas
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| I’m too grownmannish
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| Raised out in cali but they’re asking how he don’t know spanish
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| I’m chopin when I leave the stage, they’re gonna throw a rose at it
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| And my crew’s someall stars like a sky with no planets
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| If you remember what I said about the dirt around you
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| Then you should be so honored if I say a word about you
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| They tell me, soul, lighten up and get the nerd up out you
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| I tell ‘em you maybe you should fucking face the world around you
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| Hook:
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| We might have been in the same classroom
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| But I could barely stay awake past noon
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| They used to tell me I should change my tune
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| I’mma keep coming back like I’m ra’s al ghul
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| Strike me down and i’mma still come back
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| Strike me down, strike me down
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| Strike me down and i’mma still come back
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| Strike me down, strike me down |