| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| (Freedom, what makes a man wanna control another man)
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| (Hatred, tell someone else how to live his life)
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| (Insecurity, are we all free)
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| Categorize your own thoughts- I’m gonna freestyle my life
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| Step where I like and make a print
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| I’m an inch away from bliss try to catch me but they miss
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| I’m like otherwise, on some other shit
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| You can’t pinpoint or define this
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| Just highlight and underline this
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| I masterminded it
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| Don’t expect me to say it for you
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| Show you through the door you can walk now
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| BFAP show me how, I have mighty strong legs
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| Extend them long ways, farther than the song plays
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| Deeper than a hard drive, brain is not a mega hertz
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| It mega-works, irks the unstable
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| Try to top my table but you didn’t have the centerpiece
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| I dine on China, fine bone collection
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| Invite my folks to the supper serve perfection
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| Now we’re all full
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| Awfully lawful to our own codes of honor
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| You sold out for a dollar
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| Somebody else named you a scholar
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| I had to holler during his moment of silence forgive me there’s no science
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| Defiance? |
| Defy what? |
| Am I a free man?
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| Shouldn’t even question myself- let Grouch be man
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| You can’t take from me what you can’t touch
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| You can’t break from me it means too much
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| Some people don’t realize or just don’t give a fuck
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| This freedom’s way too rough, it’s way too tough
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| Can’t take from me what you can’t touch
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| You can’t break from me it means too much
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| Some people don’t realize or just don’t give a fuck
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| This freedom’s way too rough, it’s way too tough
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| Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitudes
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| It comes from attitude
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| Bout ninety percent and the next ten percent wanna say it lies in talent
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| I mean- the ability to really do what you want
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| Everyone wants to come off fresh, don’t front, but will you?
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| I’m talking about that dream in your head- that thing in you
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| In your heart that you said you were gonna do when you were like tennn
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| That’s right, stop, think, and remember that shit again
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| Don’t lie cause it’s gonna show up, when you try
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| Freedom is a road with no toll, with no bull, no push and pull
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| Just a mastery of the let go
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| So are you experienced or have you ever been experienced?
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| For a lot of y’all- that’s no
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| But show for yourself, and prove for your move but soon switch
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| Quit labelin this freedom I got like you thought it was some music
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| Biatch.
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| Open, let it all soak in
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| What’s tight, and what’s not so
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| What’s right, and what’s happenin
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| Got loaded get grounded
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| Soon was astounded by the big picture
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| The all, totality, full range between opposites- duality
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| Man I’m juiced off that shit and how it applies to me
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| For the fact that I’m always intact
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| Can’t separate mind states and the way they interact
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| So with that, shackles disintegrate off the brain
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| Floodgates open, tasting the joy and pain
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| Some stay scopin, tryin to live through my escapades
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| Tryin to categorize, analyze, and put grades on that which simply is
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| And ain’t trippin
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| Adaptin, flowin, constants will keep flippin
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| Follow the feelin, dealin with the hearin now
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| Ready to experience what life will allow
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| While ignoring the bickering from dudes who document
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| What I do contradictory, causing an air of agitation
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| Instead of seein what I’m beein in a situation
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| Look, look.
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby
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| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |