| You in the doghouse?
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| Umm, ba-da-ba-dum, bum, ba-boom-ba-boom boooom
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| Mm, mm, mm, ah-um…
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| Envision my determination like, the anger of a woman scorned
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| Nine months deep with a seed about to be born
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| And an alliance to the most high that can never be torn
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| Through these life-like lines my legacy lives on
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| With every line written and spit I build power
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| Then construct a palace of solitude in a land of ivory towers
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| On a search for solitude when every inch is occupied
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| Claim truth in music where the eyes are known to lie
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| Yo, I was born to die but for some reason I keep breathin
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| Every time I write (write) my thoughts (thoughts) deepen
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| I dredge the edge of longevity keep keepin
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| Seekin truth beyond proof of man speakin
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| Leavin no stone unturned, my eyes burn for higher learnin
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| Pushin my pen to deconstruct life like a surgeon
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| Determination, it takes great patience to operate
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| Inside closed minds with limited time
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| «Stay awake to the ways of the world»
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| «But as the world turns» — «Survival got me buggin»
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| Everyone’s the same, nobody’s different
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| One down, two replace him, no one’s left who missed him
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| Rap eas' and I learn with a low learning curve
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| New raps born by rearrangin the same words
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| Rearrangin the same verbs (verbs) nouns (nouns) phrases (phrases)
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| The torch carried on, same gang, different faces
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| Different places, but it’s still all adjacent
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| Underground is underground, but basement’s the basement
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| Some, claim original every time they speak
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| Then rhyme with the next man’s style, stuck in they teeth
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| Bite more than you can chew you might choke on it
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| I’ll make it so you don’t want it, you DON’T want it
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| Y’all plans failed fully cause you failed to fully plan
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| Self-made pedestal crumbled cause it was a sham
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| Quickly dropping from the top but you never land
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| Too arrogant to know or notice you’re no longer the man
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| So I left (left) right (right) through rain, sleet and snow
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| No matter where, baggage of the world on my soul
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| Holdin my own on, all that I know (know)
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| I’m determined to keep movin, got places to go
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| With each step I walk I jog a thousand style-biters
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| Two thousand feet follow the star that shines brightest
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| Strong foundation, microphone science
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| Determination of divided nation now united
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| I dares that light to pierce the deepest darkness
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| Bull’s-eye aim straight through, never lose target
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| Never settle to keep improvin on my best moves
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| Mentality to win, but still not afraid to lose
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| Not afraid to choose, or make decisions
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| Braveheart, make all clear with precision
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| Determinist speak, ought through wisdom
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| Persistance helps us complete all missions
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| «Buggin, buggin, buggin…» |