| Looking at a black page, with lines on 'em
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| Script unwritten of fortune, ironed on 'em
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| As if a fresh set of lives we designed on 'em
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| Where my hopes jockey for space, they ride on 'em
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| How many times has the ink gotta cover it
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| Before I’m satisfied by what I come up with
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| You don’t need me to feed you the cookie cutter shit
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| Just a heart that’s bleeding when you discover it
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| Friend and a foe, pen and a page
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| Ay yo a piece of paper can never be set in its ways
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| But until I bring it to life it’s end of my days
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| I’m making my bed a maze in my head
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| It’s why I don’t rap about wealth
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| You could want it so much that your brain melts
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| A corporate conveyor belt? |
| That ain’t me nor Delts
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| I only ever wrote music that was true to myself
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate
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| (Transmitting live from Smokey’s Haunt)
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| Each day when I wake I’m living out my fate
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| Diggin' a nice crate, writtens that I state
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| And delivered to the plate, turned gentleman primates
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| Why hate Benjamin for hitting the prime slate
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| High grade numbers invade, made the verse toy
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| Not arrogant we stay down to Urthboy
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| Mainstream is a mess, leaving a dirt void
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| The Herd murder joints with reverb noise
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| The suburbs poised the blow, don’t call triple 0
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| Wrote a message in the smoke saying «bro let it go»
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| Till nuclear winter snow snap froze the globe
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| My rap chose the road less travelled for dough
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| Immaculate road, mansion home matching the green
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| Same eggplant y’all different aubergine
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| You jealousy fiends, my team all hate the scene
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| So we do our own thing, wipe the slate clean
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate
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| Through binoculars his eyes looked timid (yikes)
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| Focused out beyond city limits
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| He was told the other side it lies infinite
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| Not a second to lose, cos no one gains a minute
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| Every point in the path is there to pivot
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| Every cast got a character that think they got it figured
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| Lost souls at the crossroads being delivered
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| Oasis in the palm of your hands the sand shifted
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| Heat haze tricks on the brain remain lifted
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| Prepare yourself for the Alien visit
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| Watch how you take each step can slide different
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| Every rhyme that’s written’s a slate of white linen
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate
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| Every slate is clean to me
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| Cos I’ll be rhyming and shining frequently
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| And from what I know now what would I change
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| Unputdownable, every turned page is a clean slate |