| Alpha boss on the beat
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| Mighty Murs
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| All my chicks with the hips
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| Splittin' thighs at the seam
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| You ain’t thick, baby girl
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| All my niggas with no job
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| And no self esteem
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| Keep grippin' your own pen
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| Feelin' your own dreams
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| 'Cause stakes is high
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| ? |
| on seams
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| Unobtainable, but you ain’t containin' of no cream
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| Take steps, take breaths
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| Toward your goal, and go fast
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| If we tryin' to hold a world or a golden toe pass
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| Want to learn how to rhyme
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| Better learn how to add
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| Mos Def count bars
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| And you go to the lab
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| Freestylin' show, make shit
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| The flow was intact
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| So you could go in the back of the booth
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| I’m spittin' the truth for these cats
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| Proof that I’m killin' these raps
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| Spooked, 'cause I’m feelin' this ghastly
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| Was feelin' hopeless, but the feeling just passed me
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| And now I’m free
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| Now I’m free
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| Now I’m me
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| Now I’m free
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| So how about you?
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| This ain’t the D
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| This so ain’t the D
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| Y’all niggas ain’t you
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| And y’all niggas ain’t me
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| Somewhere in between the seams
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| Searching for self
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| I ain’t tryin' to diss
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| I’m only tryin' to help
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| 'Cause I used to be something like, a little like y’all
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| Repeating phrases like the parrot
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| Or that little white ball
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| I used to wear camouflage all the time
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| Used to try to throw the signs
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| Say in all of my rhymes
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| Until my homie sat me down
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| Said, look around
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| This ain’t your scene and this ain’t your sound
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| I stood up and started spittin' LA facts
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| About Bloods, Crips, esses, and LA cats
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| Laid out on A dap, but y’all don’t know what that is
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| So I dedicate this to all you confused kids, man
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| This ain’t the D
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| This so ain’t the D
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| I was a lot like you
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| Until I started being me
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| And now I’m free |