| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, the heart, the heart, the heart
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, the heart, the heart, the heart
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| I couldn’t care less about what you brothers be drivin'
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| So I’m gonna tell you a little about what I’ve been
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| Strugglin' for pay that’s little more
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| Than minimum wage, caged birds singing away
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| I feel send it away
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| Holding onto the promise that the present hour is soon to relay
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| But I still remain a slave to the flesh
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| when your heart and soul have been vandalised
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| handle mine
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| And I see your bullshit without a candle shine
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| In the middle of dark where people practice the art
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| Of nothing less than overcoming the stresses of life
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| It’s like a vice, applying pressure to mics
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| We get squeezing, all act like we ain’t needed advice
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| But it’s all in our nature so I’m knowin' that it’s real for ya
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| So here’s another soul clap to show I’m here for ya
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| Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown
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| The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down
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| Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up
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| To don’t need a man, what?
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| Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it
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| If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it
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| We puttin' the soul back, back together again
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| And soul clap for women and men
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| I walk my soul on the surface, lurking through cracks and crevices
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| they got brothers trapped, worshipping serpants
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| pennies, searching for curses in my verses
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| But God bless, I manifest, I put this fist to your chest
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| And represent till my flesh is at rest
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| And when I exit, resurrect through my seeds, connect the words that bleed
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| The ink from the pen wrote on the pad
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| That’s word to my mums and dad, best believe I’ma finish this for y’all
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| I got my mind and my physical, spiritual law
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| Guiding light on the path through the world system
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| As I spit these lyrics released from my vocal structure
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| Attack the mic like a vulture, like greek statues
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| When I smash through the streets with the m-i-c
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| In my hands, more players my ascention like that ribbon in the sky
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| I’m living just enough to get by, Lord I try
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| Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown
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| The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down
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| Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up
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| To don’t need a man, what?
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| Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it
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| If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it
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| We puttin' the soul back, back together again
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| And soul clap for women and men
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| Yeah, momma was good to me, daddy was great too
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| Growing up was nurishing, helped me to grow like steak do
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| I’m in the lake, but I’m trying to paddle back
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| High tide rowin' cadillac
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| I’m really, but I keep my hopes high
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| Reachin' for my dreams as I travel, watchin' 'em flow by
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| I feel so sad, it’s real
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| Either got you stuck in the city or they blastin' ya
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| Case is pendin', all these cops harrasin' ya
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| Survive in my country or it’s back to Africa
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| they want the blood like Dracula
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| Hot spots downtown, up
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| packing up, since you told me I’m cracking up
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| Head high, look to the sky, ayo that’s wassup
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| Soul clappin' just another brother that’s rappin'
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| Like I told you before, it’s time for some action
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| Can I get a soul clap for all the brothers on lockdown
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| The brothers on rocks now, with you holdin' the spot down
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| Can I get a for all the ladies who stand up
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| To don’t need a man, what?
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| Can I get get a soul clap for anybody out to get it
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| If you hustlin', walk about it, don’t spit it
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| We puttin' the soul back, back together again
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| And soul clap for women and men |