| I come from the god body era
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| I come from standing on street corners
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| Smoking blunts outta white owls for 40s
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| Building and destroying about the suns and the planets and the moons and the
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| stars
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| About the nature of man
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| About knowledge where some people don’t understand
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| And you had
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| Come on!
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| Yeah Chris, yeah, I like that right there, yeah!
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| Come on!
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| Kaytranada, classic
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| Waste these niggas, son
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| I gotta doctorate in rockin it
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| We got it poppin, it’s marvelous, nigga watch it
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| You follow a car but can’t be stop it to intervene
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| You’re erroneous, these the phoniest rappers I’ve ever seen
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| When I take flight, I’m traveling light
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| Double of times, when I’m touring, exploring outside the genre
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| Illuminate, when I grabbin the mic
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| It’s so bright it’ll blind you
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| Yeah, I’m back with a friendly reminder
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| We’re two ships that’re passing in the night
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| But alas, you got to run into the iceberg, cracking this shit in half
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| Traveling light, not talking about back of the back
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| First I get back in the lab
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| Then I hit the road, I be back in a flash
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| Barry Allen mixed with Harry Allen
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| My blood hot as volcanic rock formed in Canary Diamonds they find on Canary
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| Islands
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| My rhymes inspired by enviroments of the very violent
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| I’m the voice of a generation that’s very silent
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| I stick to my convictions like I’ve been indicted
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| All you niggas throwing me shade
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| You about to get enlightened
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| Travel light
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| Travel light
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| Traveling light
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| Travel light
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| You grinding to the sun up
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| Whether it’s cold murder
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| The pies have been cut up
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| Hopping over the hurdles
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| Just look at the stride
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| Life is heavy enough but you looked at me high
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| Huh, rather leave it behind
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| The legacy that you deal will be never let down (so)
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| Brooklyn is changing, and so am I
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| I see you on the other side
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| Travel light
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| I’m faster than the speed of sound
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| Smashing through these barriers
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| I’m blasting out your speakers now
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| Travel around the planet till I landing where I’m needed now
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| We entertainers, they wanna call us leaders now
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| Woah, it’s not in the plans
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| Sharp when I land
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| Stop for the fans
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| Every airport from Okinawa to Osaka, Japan
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| Stop assuming I live in your time zone
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| Jet lag is my reality
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| The road is my home, I roam
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| Your downfall is you should probably get out more
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| I been planning out tours
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| With a band of outlaws
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| I’m packing my bags
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| Just marijuana and magazines
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| Wrapping the flag around a pistol, the red, the black and the green
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| Never crashing, the grill is mean
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| When I’m whipping machines
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| Dipping between
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| All these commuters, they moving slow like they sippin' the lean
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| Are they living the dream?
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| Get to they office and that computer’s drifting off until they spit start to
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| drip from the screen
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| Travel light
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| Travel light
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| Traveling light
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| Travel light
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| You grinding to the sun up
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| Whether it’s cold murder
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| The pies have been cut up
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| Hopping over the hurdles
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| Just look at the stride
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| Life is heavy enough but you looked at me high
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| Huh, rather leave it behind
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| The legacy that you deal will be never let down (so)
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| Brooklyn is changing, and so am I
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| I see you on the other side
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| Travel light
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| City of broken promises
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| My mission is reconnaissance
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| It’s dangerous for anybody following
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| That’s why I take biting as a compliment
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| It’s proof of my dominance
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| It’s the haters' way of congratulating me for my accomplishments
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| Well, I’m so atop of this demolishing all the Charlotters
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| To whisper in the ears of your congressmen
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| Shoving dollars in their pockets
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| The more we locked up, the more they profiting
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| They building empires like Ottoman
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| Now who you wanna face?
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| The sharks in the water or the snakes in the boat?
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| The lesser of two evils be fighting for fake votes
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| We walking through the valley of darkness, so stay close
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| Need the light at the end of the tunnel to make a toast
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| Raise a glass to our glorious past
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| We the wave of the future
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| Never confusing protesters for looters
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| Silencing Radioheads and OK Computers
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| Travel to Mecca like Mansa Musa
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| So let’s go
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| (Yeah!) |