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I see you approachin' the microphone (ha) ain't no need in tryin' it
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you see I recycle wack emcee's 'cause it's better for the environment
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No need in eying the prize 'cause the prize lies in my clutches
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much as I'd like to let you touch it I'd rather spray my verbal musket and make you earn it
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I'm stern but at the same time very subtle
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for every single objection you raise I always amaze you with rebuttles
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Well just what complicates my mind state and my fate
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cause I've been waitin' for a break, eliminatin' all my hate
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penetrating into narrow cracks, debating on which path to act
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submissive to the future, holding fear of failure back
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it's still intact, I don't react to all the obstacles
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now the rhymes draw more intrest than the loans I took out
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Yo, at times I'm heartless but that's when the darkness over-shadows my mind
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but my reactions are counteractions to this cold world that I find
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easily make the conversion to my normal person
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too raw for the public therfore I make radio versions
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What U see depends on what you're lookin' for
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visualize without your eyes and undestand much more
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look ahead, never look back to the days before
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by any means I'm gettin' mine so you gotta get yours
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It's the vocabulist activist with the shit to make you practice
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tactics displayed, curtail all the haters who try to match this
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Catch this and don't drop it 'cause Sev-Leven is sure to rock it
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and I the one Mala will surely keep it on and poppin'
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is it stoppin' let me see, hell naw what are you thinkin'
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I'm thinkin' alcohol and dankin' is affecting your thinking
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bring it to another level, several have tried but failed
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I expose the opposition's fear as knowledge prevails
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no fairy tales I don't lie about how large I'm livin'
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I send this one to those plastic wanna be Crystal sippin'
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see some don't realize I specialize in detecting lies
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you can see the evil in one's heart by looking in their eyes
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I act as a mirror reflecting exactly what I see
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mild mannered, I'll be cool with you if you be cool with me
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reknown around the world for lyrical niceness I display
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and as always it Sev-Leven loungin' with Mala
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Gram per gram I'm more explosive than the shit MacGyver was using
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and the package is marketable so it's much more amusing
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than these rerun, remixed, resampled, reissued copies
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that saturate the market and amass in record lobbies
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it's all subliminal, I creep into your mental, compress it and squeeze it
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my form of diction leaves your brain in pieces 'cause you lost
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caught up in false images, I use rappers like you for scrimmages
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to help me practice for the ones with skills in this
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my rhymes are fortified with antioxidant agents
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that detoxify your system from the music you've been playin'
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and I've been sayin' it for years but I'll keep sayin' if for decades
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if you don't watch what you consume, then we're lookin' at its last days
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I'm eteranlly unseen for what is seen is temporary
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no hurry, I lose ya quickly like a temper with fury
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Ya scurry to put the pieces back together, I speak in riddles
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and make it all appear so simple
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What U See
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