| Think i give a fuck about your clown posse, you insame
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| You acting like a journalist and racking my brain
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| Since i was tagging my name on the back of the train
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| Like my nour in lattain, packing the same little got
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| That put me back in the frame of mind to say
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| Fuck the 5−0, …exploir the rhyme, yo
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| Cut the lights low- 6
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| Like Bob Marley, Im the black star they probably follow
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| My every move like Im the son of John Goffis
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| Escape to Paris- like a jazz moon around midnight
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| Queen bougin like Josephine Baker raising the kids night
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| Attack the dream and rap thru the demons
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| See the situation and extract the meaning iz
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| Internationally known trees actually grown thru
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| Cracks in the sidwalk,
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| See it in my walk, hear it in my talk
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| Bet you cats feel it in my rap flow
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| You could… me a spliff but you could keep your tobacco
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| I am what you want to be but you cant tho
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| Prine example, you cats cavit flow
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| But you get an a for effort from Marseille to lefferts
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| We stay together treign forever
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| States… the art play my part with razor sharp
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| Words shot straight from the heart
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| Deep like an abyss but more simple than
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| A minimalist, droppin literad shit with a
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| Criminal twist-skipping the subliminal ness
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| Eaven heads in critical bliss
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| Are yall with me tonight
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| Etes-vous avec moi?
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| Yall love the children, and dance like elegbaz
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| Say ma, where you going with that flavor
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| These cats arnt in my league, this here is major
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| Mindstat of the art, yeah, i play my part with
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| Razor sharp words shot straight from the heart
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| Beautiful, like chords played on a harp,
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| With the trumpets blaring
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| Angels praparing for the fate, we alla sharing
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| At on the time or another, thou the sunshine and the thumber
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| Aint got no time for the blun |