| You have to test yourself everyday, gentlemen
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| Once you stop testing yourself, you get slow
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| When that happens, it’s kills you
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| Bar exam…
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| Eat the literature, scriptures, poems turn into cinemas
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| Images from large to miniatures, we killing your senators, with shots from
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| cylinders
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| Even innocent ministers, from lying in sentences
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| Invading your premises, since beginning of Genesis
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| Global armored temperatures, is stroking my penmanship
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| My throne made of hard labor in God’s favor
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| Carbon written, respect thy neighbor, you slave trader, Uncle Tom hater
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| Great debater on both sides of the equator
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| Makers of the Black Market Militia layer
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| I build pyramids and spit prayers
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| To my felons in the upper tiers, send kites, use the atmosphere
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| Travel with me, your journey is a long quest
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| You now looking at the Lord’s best in a wars vest
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| Temple of Jerusalem, tatted on his chest
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| I move like the speed of light, through the wilderness
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| My craftsmen keep the balance with the measurements
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| Controllers of the hands of time, cops wanna handcuff
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| Judges giving time, for foul crimes
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| I learnt how to chop down trees with Uncle Vine
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| And still got the ink pen when I first signed
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| Shadows of great pharaohs, kings who won battles
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| Heads put on the mantels, displayed for all viewers
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| Mule and forty acres, settlers versus Quakers
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| Fool’s gold from Jacob, villain jewels to wake up
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| Signs of Satan, since the Reagan administration
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| Those who worship pagans, close to raising ravens
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| The evil deeds, left sinners all on bended knees
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| Ali Baba and them Forty Thieves, schooled by them OG’s
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| Who played oldies, Curtis and Smokey’s
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| It’s two sides to the story, the pain and the glory, function the disorderly
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| So called Negro, research the info
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| Hackers from the projects now is cracking Sim codes
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| They released the man that killing Malcolm
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| A thirty year problem is now walking in Harlem
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| The 9−11 Bush call, made the levies fall
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| Sword on his paw, had on the letters, ya’ll
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| Prepare for the future time, written on the wall
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| It’s outside intelligence, natural resource
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| You chemical imbalanced, get a physical in knowledge
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| Some plead the fifth of Vodka, still wouldn’t see the doctor
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| Laws of man, plant seeds on fertile land
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| Raise fam, leave rats all in life’s hand
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| A daily plan, make two grand off of yams
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| A farmer can’t sell wheat grass by the grams
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| Testing testing, all them secret teachings
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| I’m coming out the North Gate, this my thesis
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| Before the Mayflower, I discovered the East End
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| A civilized man coming out of them precincts
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