| Oh how life
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| Seems black and white
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| Until the light adds color
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| A rose will rise
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| Through mulch that hides
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| The seed within a mother
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| Drop it
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| Seasons changin', I know you can see the glow, ooh
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| Baby rappers is my Gohan, I’m Goku
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| Sonnin' 'em, every one of 'em, none of 'em
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| Could ever pick up a pen and pad and try to summon Him
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| Ooh, no cap, this ain’t just cold rap
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| Tis a known fact my whole stature archangel
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| Most cats approach rap with flows that
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| Display that, they toe tap like Bojangles
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| Ooh, all that shucking, jiving
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| Paw Paw told me that ain’t my assignment
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| From the city where the cups is violet
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| Keep arms by my navel like the Heimlich
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| Maneuver, for any intruder that wanna damage me
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| Or the beautiful ruler who chose a suitor like me to carry her into the future
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| I’m getting off topic
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| Don’t let me lose ya, look
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| Oh how life
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| Seems black and white
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| Until the light adds color
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| A rose will rise
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| Through mulch that hides
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| The seed within a mother
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| Ooh, seasons change, I’m feeling
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| Myself like I lost my wallet (It's gone)
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| They say «Tobe, yo flow wavy»
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| I say «I'm a faucet» (Drip, drip)
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| Splash, splash, splash, splicka, dash
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| Word to sauce, walk, I got heavy drip (Ooh-wee)
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| And even though the flow is water
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| I still keep my guard up 'cause Lucy a jellyfish (Ouch)
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| Tryna sting me even though he know that I’m submerged
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| With the word that keep haters off me
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| And I don’t understand how I provide so much flavor
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| But some folk out here still be salty (Haters)
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| I call it iodine poisoning (I do)
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| I never fold like accordions (Yuh)
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| And I’m only here to give you the heads up
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| That the one is coming, word to Morpheus
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day
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| We on repeat like a screw tape
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| Taking off like toupees
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| We the new wave
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| We the new wave
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| It’s a new day (New day)
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| Oh how life
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| Seems black and white
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| Until the light adds color
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| A rose will rise
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| Through mulch that hides
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| The seed within a mother |