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Upon looseleafs I sink the ink distinctive, pinpointing your extinction
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I know rhyme skills so well you think I'm cheating
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But ain't no referees on the field, it's every emcee for his own
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Stiff-arming all defenders, you think I live in the endzone
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I be the one tuggin' on goalposts and tearing 'em down for victory
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Got the crowd doing the wave as I defeat entire leagues lyrically
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Check my history I've got numerous volumes of manuscripts
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About the emcees I put to shame and every last mic that I ripped
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My credibility is documented so don't think it's overnight
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You wanna put me on the spot to reinforce that I am really tight
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So for a freestyle I display enough skills to appetize it
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But for paystyle I go for fulfillment and supersize it
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First I connect it top to bottom like stalactites and mites
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Then morph into a murder of crows excelling off to new heights
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On dark nights the highlights of my thesis reveal a constellation brightly lit
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Taking shape of multi-platnium hits
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But it ain't about the money; you can't put a price on what I inscribe
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It's about being true to self, keeping the peace, and staying alive
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You ain't knowin'; one tight song doesn't make a fat CD
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What most emcees lack nowadays is something called originality
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My destiny I'm holdin' once again you ain't knowin'
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Where I've been or where I'm going and the dues I put in
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Once again you ain't knowin'
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Once again, once again
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I don't believe in fortune cookies or the pages of a horoscope
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Don't need an entourage to keep my ego afloat
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Don't own different transportation for every day of the week
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And won't defamate your character with my freedom of speech
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Well let me speak upon imposters and the lifestyle that they front
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Talkin' bout they livin' like big Will, it's more like Willie lump lump
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And when you drop it, the topics the same, get out the cockpit
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If ya can't pilot your own plane it's best you dock it
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I've tried to stop it by picketing but still they pocket
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The royalties off the track, talk the talk but can they walk it
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I'll pull your card and expose it cause I don't like to play with jokers
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Your style is misdealt like bad poker; mine is wet like super soaker
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I choke you without puttin' my hands to your throat
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I use mind power to penalize and supply the antidote
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I make the invisible visible and leave your consciousness shook
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My flow is off the wall, off the rocker, off the hinges, off the hook
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It's metaphoric of course, what you thought
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My corridor contains plots
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To overthrow those who exploit themselves to go pop
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| Below Tha Surface |
