| My mind grinds the sands of time
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| Deaf, dumb and blind, I blow your mind with lines divine
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| Now prior to my last event
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| I meditated, graduated from the floss for lent
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| Stopped rhyming for the ice, the twenties, that whip
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| Started rhyming for got the love, my god, and my gift
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| Immaculate
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| I’m December 25th, 26th,
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| I’m kwanzaa, Kunjufu Kuwanzaa
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| I meander through the stanzas for answers
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| A rhyme chancellor
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| You die by the gun, now add it up dun
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| What’s the sum 360
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| We hot like Mojave
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| Lyrically, we the trinity
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| That’s Us3, Reg Wyns, L-I-B
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| Lo’s flows are strong prose tight as your corn rows
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| Why not?
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| Why not unlock mine eyes to see the glory like Denzel or Dr.
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| King
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| Freedom will never ring no matter how we sing if the liberty
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| bell is broke
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| Why not revolt if you can’t cope with the feigned truth
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| On this tight rope I avoid the noose as a black male youth
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| I produce high flyings act over the wack
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| I’m overproof
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| Few despise me
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| Why not recognise me
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| I’m jamming for the culture like Stevie and Bill Cosby
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| I wonder
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| We defensive when we say the kids wild out
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| We’re teaching them, so we should take the time out, to
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| Use the vizniz and get the red out
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| In an instant, conference to brew out
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| Downsize
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| Foldgers thoughts crystallised
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| I open third eyes, free jail cells
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| Spreadsheets, I excel
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| Duracell, we energise
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| I pass right through your lies
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| Keep my eyes on the prize
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| Why not?
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| I’m a rhyme antagonist
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| I’m writing my story and I’m the protagonist
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| If not for the beat I might be an evangelist
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| Still free the masses
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| Teachers teach classes
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| Aristocracy getting put right on their asses by the proletariat
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| I chide mc’s out of their pride, they’re fictitious
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| Whether stage, screen, or jazz shit you’re still with us
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| I stay young black and prodigious
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| The things I’ve seen’ll make a Christian sacrilegious
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| I’m indigenous as the Cherokee
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| I’m hip-hop, you’re a hip-hop hypocrisy
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| Pause for the cause
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| We brawl and break down laws
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| Oxcutta to glass jaws
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| To eat we break laws
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| Eliminate the wars for I’m reppin for the cause
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| Eliminate the wars, see I’m reppin for the cause
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| Why not? |