| Yeah
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| I want to send a shout to all them artists
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| Who put thought into what you do, or what you say
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| Check this out
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| I got a lot on my brain
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| Stress taller than my daughter
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| 3 feet and some change
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| I don’t complain, I complete
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| My aim is like the archer
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| With a arrow cocked back
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| Let it go
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| Target is deceased
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| All beats I reach people of all kinds
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| Sometimes it do take time, but I’m on time
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| Genuine with the rhythm I’m designing
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| Start it all over, you can call it redefining myself
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| 'Cause I had to take it back to 0
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| Folks fuck your head up, you get a little ego
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| Start showing off when you get in front of the people
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| But when it come to this here, I come with the lethal
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| And he who tries to get fried
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| Serve like a 3 piece biscuit on the side
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| You risk it all, but you fall short
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| When it come to thought, I hold the chalk
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| Trace figures on the asphalt
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| Cash talks, let me get a little bit
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| You won’t catch me putting out that old bullshit
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| Naw, I love the raw untapped
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| Stepped away for a second but I had to come back
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| ‘Cause I
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| Thought about it
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| I thought about it, uh huh
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| Thought about it, all this time
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| Said I thought about it
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| I said I thought about it
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| Uh huh
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| Thought about it
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| Used my mind
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| My man had a plan to get played
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| On the radio hard like 100 times a day
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| Would have taken a lot of hard work
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| And a lot of networking, and
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| Started from the bottom up
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| Just like a rebirth again
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| Beginning to win now
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| Hate comes around
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| When you get a little bit
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| Niggas cheat ya in the grit
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| But he saw this is …
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| Cautious
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| Don’t need me to pack the 4/5th
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| ‘Cause he got God’s …
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| Ready for the world like the 80's band
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| So make moves, others hate to see him expand
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| To all the crabs, waiting in the borough to get a clamp
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| Of the champ, never … use your ass as …
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| So dance to the rhythm that he tap with both hands
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| He not for no plans, Slim a grown-ass man
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| Big star on the map, that’s where he live at
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| Get love, never ever hesitate to give back
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| ‘Cause he
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| Alright, to be an MC means that
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| I can hold it down, even if it’s just me
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| If I’m solo, I go through what I know still
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| Don’t chill
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| Nah I don’t mean battle, brother …
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| For real
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| Like the girl …
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| People say they hear me rhyme
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| They get a warm feel in they chest
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| I’m a child of the most highest
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| It seem like the radio is so biased
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| I experiment with this, like some old science
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| Lab coat with the glasses
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| Why you, they askin'
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| But I never told, what I hold is gold
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| Like a 5-finger ring
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| So get off the ding-a-ling and lay low
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| I hate broke, so I made more
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| Thankful for the bankroll
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| Ain’t changed, same goal
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| Got a … to see way more than MD in DC
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| I’m being me, free
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| Quit leading these seas
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| Straight to Hades
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| Vengeance with this is what a remains means
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| The game’s infected, folks tryin’a gang green
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| I could cross over, but it really ain’t me
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| So I |