| I’m not your average college graduate I’m a maverick
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| And right now fuck with me is simply hazardous
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| I’m on some other shit drive the next man crazy
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| Shay Slay them into cheek (?) and rock paisley
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| They turn your whole world upside down
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| With the almighty power of the word of sound
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| Bound in leatherbound book books I treasure like a scripture
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| Then read for pleasure as I measure out the mixture
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| Then hit 9.9 upon your Richter
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| You know Asheru be the permanent fixture
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| To hit 'ya: direct hit! |
| I’m on target
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| Every time I blast I crash the stock market
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| Y’all get shook look dazed in confusion
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| And your reality is only an illusion
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| So be careful of the words you be using
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| Cause this art could be the start of your conclusion
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| Yo who the hell is this heavenly body standing firm over the firmament
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| Watching over current events
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| I build daily to control my circumference
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| Destroying devils that approach with malicious intent
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| See I control convalescence as my word cool off and condense
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| Into the flow that never relents
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| And once the torrents commence straight for the intents
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| Those who know will confirm. |
| Those who don’t I’m convinced
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| That all of those that approach up in my at-mo-sphere
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| That the most you fear is when J-Live comes near
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| That the least you respect the rhymes that you hear
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| The beat don’t stop until my minds in your ear
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| Yo, yo
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| Holding my head among heathenous acts
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| I plan attacks so cats who lack facts hit the sacks
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| Listen the glory I can see could fall in they laps
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| Tryin' to diss me and my peoples all up in your raps
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| I ain’t having that you know the time is ill raps
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| When we come and correct with the rhymes respect
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| Due to who? |
| the G to the R-A-P
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| The seventh letter coming clever as I E-M-C
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| Yea there’s not a problem that I can’t fix
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| (Uh-huh. Why’s that?)
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| 'Cuz I can do it in the mix
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| (Uh huh True)
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| You know I’m just getting down from the bricks to the BK
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| Yo just follow what I say
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| I can just say whatever on the freestyle
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| And yo just be out in the crowd I see smiles
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| And people with Coronas and Heinekens
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| Other MC’s asking where the fuck can we rhyme again
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| Oh yo I use to live on the Upper East Side
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| But now I do it in the 'Sty
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| Cause you know J-L-I come in fly
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| On the M-I-C yes that’s how I be
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| You’ve been living what you know the G-O-D
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| Today’s math happen to be understand D-I-N-G
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| I am going to be the best part
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| Like the title of the album start
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| Yea from the start to beginning we never-ending
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| You know the time is always winning never sinning
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| The seventh letter; |
| I come through with the lyrical
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| I get on the microphone create miracles
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| What they want from us is no tact turners
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| You know the time to we just be the track runners
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| Keep it moving when I catch my breath
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| So Asheru I know you got it baby funky to death
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| Ay yo you can try and get with the scientific process of my follicles
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| Making diabolical schemes
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| Making dreams deferred
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| Heat vision from the third
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| Make you shrivel like a Raisin in the Sun
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| Where I’m from will never be forgotten
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| So when my structure’s rotting the higher
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| Eye will fly away home but not in the sense you may be thinking
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| Defari («or» the far eye) never stop blinking
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| Death come to those who hold their breath
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| Waiting For a White Jesus
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| But I think he’s just
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| Satan in disguise
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| Perpetuation of lies
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| And propaganda only slander the integrity
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| Of my people to make it so we’ll never be equal
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| In the eyes of the world
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| Its time to rejuvenate like quarrel
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| Get your mind off describing mine
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| Become the mind and shine off your very own spiritual light
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| Cause you will never understand the flight
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| Of the True Isrealite
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| And we rock rock rock it for you
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| And you know we coming on the one two
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| And we just rock rock rock it for you
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| And you know we coming in for the one two
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| I took a vow on July 13th of '98 that I never again bear witness on the pen
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| To the listeners who intend to let my brain in
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| So this man on the mic knows its not about friends
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| You can see me backstage during Miller time or something
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| But my battle rhymes beyond banging they speed bumping
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| To slow you in your tracks while your points get scraped |
| Your vocals seemed taxed you rhyme book is getting raped
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| Pages banged out feeling is too banging to give birth
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| To another premature weak bastard of a verse
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| So if you got a silver bullet better blast it first
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| I’m like a werewolf. |
| Your job is to quench my thirst
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| For the blood of the worst MC
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| Within a 3 block radius
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| And Grandmaster?
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| Which leaves no one else but you suffice my appetite
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| So don’t tell me how that last weak rhyme don’t count
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| It’s all subject to my approval
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| It will behoove you
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| To say no and go and tell somebody you trust
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| That your worst nightmare came to life on stage
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| But Nah, you’d rather sit there waiting to buss
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| Some unreasonable facsimile of the kind of shit that the true school graduates
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| love
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| I got a couple right here for an example
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| So yo Grap why don’t you give them the sample
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| Yo in the matter of minutes I organize my thoughts
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| My mind working overtime to excel in the sport
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| These cats are getting on covering what they thought was
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| A way to alleviate
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| Being second rate
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| But let me tell you there’s no escape or fate either
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| You doing way to take the move on the next place
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| Speaking only seems screaming is better on pipe dreaming
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| Yo I got instruction
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| For something nigga production
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| What’s your potion
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| Heat things up like a Bunsen
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| Burning slow burners
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| Become late earners
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| Hope my words got me shivering
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| Reconsidering
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| What I’m getting into tryna fog up the mental
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| But my focus
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| Considered potent
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| By those who know this
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| Thinking that they figure my flow
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| I let it bounce though
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| I got greater deals to deal with
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| But those accomplish life
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| ? |
| now I gotta pock the pussy
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| So to speak
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| Situation no longer bleak
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| So get the fridge cause they ain’t trying to help me eat
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| Yo I’m on another rhyme
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| But I’m setting it with J-Live
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| And Asheru coming through
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| How we do
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| Transmutate my mental state
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| A master way are buried out in the palm of my hand
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| Counter the way play in the sand on the beach in each
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| Y’all contain within the body of water
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| Be the underline thing between peace and disorder
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| Sorta living a paradox
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| A Nazi cleaning out your? |
| stacking with truth
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| The final matter where the fort arms bass go hard
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| Only need a balance check the silence of the lands they weigh
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| For Asheru I only am what I am
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| An archangel coming to peace and love
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| As it is below is clearly as it is above
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| As it is below is clearly as it is above
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| Yo don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful hate me cause my lyrics sound smarter than
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| yours
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| And my lines punch harder than yours
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| Hate me because the last time you asked senorita
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| To drop the drawers
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| And she said sorry Senor
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| She rather let jaws Oliver Twist the joint with the hands out
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| Saying please sir give me some more
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| They hate me because the MC you wish you could be
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| Is on stage with you right now exposing your flaws
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| I be the illest on the mic since Easy caught the virus
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| Ya niggas on my dick are just secret admirers
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| But I couldn’t be stopped doing a buck fifty on the stone
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| Squad car spray paint fuck the cops with sirens blaring
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| State troopers staring
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| And Chopper 4 skycam live with the play by play
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| But you wishin that would stop me
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| Cause right now you the only fool with the heart to be in my way
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| Yo Cats gets dropped
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| When they drop whack hip hop
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| And never will stop
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| 'cuz I never will flip flop
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| I move with the Improvement
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| Of two men three men four men you what time I’m coming in
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| Constantly never coming with the nonsense |