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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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the summer,
Now whether you short,
or whether she tall
The later you bust, the louder she bawl
Now that was for them, this is for y'all
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The quicker they come,
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You straddle defense, pickin' a brawl
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You loved by none, hated by all
See eloquent words, never the wise
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Keeping it sim ple, teaching it real
Live by the sword, die by the sword
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Rappers with deals, tuck in they shines
I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes
Maybe they got 'em and
Maybe they spit 'em and maybe
they won't
Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind
Verse 2
Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind
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Hop!
I feel good!
Verse 3
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You know it's the freak for
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many emcees
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Maybe ya Flava Flav or
maybe it's Meli Mel
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Or Maybe it's Run or maybe it's L.L.
I'm makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine
Don't take it too personal,
it's only a rhyme
A minute has passed, a sucker was born
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Initial my name, you know that it's justice
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the man for a star
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you're mentally dead,
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Take heed to the words,
Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin'
You need to sit back,
nod your head to the track
Interlude 1
Like this!
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Verse 4
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Okay,
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just
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Relax, trust me, close your eyes,
Listen to the sounds of the
room around you
Remember that you are in a studio,
a recording studio,
With your name on one mat
You're in the mic booth, you look around
It's one huge empty mic booth
You notice that the walls are
painted in black
The mic is black, the windows tinted black
And all you can see is a very
old computer screen
You can barely see what the letters spell
You lean closer to the screen,
the letters become clearer
And the word is rhyme
Verse 5
mind of a mad man literally
pay attention
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And since you lack the bright,
like high beams at night
The silence of the noise is
the jack of a position
I'm completing myself
That's quite a fucked-
I'm made up of dreams
and nightmares
arguments
symmetry, alcohol, history
Love, life, death, joy,
Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin'
But everytime the beat
Till it goes pitch black,
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and I still don't know if I'm out yet
Looking back on my original birth place
Parts of my physical erased and replaced
What was sight and sound
I **tal a fruit punch laced
with toothpaste
I'm shot from a cannon
with amazing grace
Ridin' the beat through audio
Outro 1
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