| Now, Who the fuck are you to judge me?
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| Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can & can’t do?
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| Can you repeat the feats I’m achieving to rhymes and beats
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| Or even conceive that I’ll be competing still even when I’m deceased
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| Now beating me is easier than finding peace, But niggas still criticize
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| My work and my lines and my shirt down to the size
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| In a world of scouring eyes, and words compounded by lies
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| The artistry of lyricism I epitomize
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| Cause I’m the archetype — original as they come
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| Ayo, they broke the fuckin mold when they made this one
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| Said I’m the archetype, cause there can only be one
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| The day intelligence sells, we’ll leave the industry stunned
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| It’s overwhelming, cause there’s so much to say and so much to change
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| But for every rapper constantly bitching, I made a record that’s honestly
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| different
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| Just watch the world scoff in the distance, and cynic’s bark in resistance
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| And still, in its wake, this archetype’s bound to mimmicked
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| This is the new hip-hop, devoid of boundaries, gimmicks
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| Or rigid genres, with no apologies given
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| To solemnly sing aloud and then spit poly’s without inhibition
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| In a world where courage is reprimanded, but cowardice isn’t
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| The power to listen and learn, keeps me adaptive
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| A tribe fan that appreciated the classics
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| But damn if I’m trapped in the past, I act to surpass what they crafted
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| And still manage to travel the path on the maps that they drafted
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| And man, I’m rappin on behalf balance
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| The do it all MC, with the 2 long sleeves, and a passion for practical magic
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| A tap of the wand, and I’m graphic — another tap, I’m the fastest
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| You tap again, and I’m chanting on a piano ballad
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| The preconceived notions get shattered
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| Fuck mainstream & underground — is the shit any good? |
| is what matters
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| Why categorize? |
| There’s wack and there’s nice
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| So, I put all that to the side and reset the standard for any cat that just
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| asks for a mic
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| So with that in mind, Them niggas won’t last after they’ve established their
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| hype
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| While mine’s only added, more than half of my life
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| And I’m last in a line of cats with divine talent — Don’t ask for a sign
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| Answers will rise in the passage of time —
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| Cause I’m the Archetype |