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I gotta free my mind (4X)
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I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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Yeah, I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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Yeah? I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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From sand docks to auction blocks to R&B
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from hip-hop, how many rappers flip-flop to get props?
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Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
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(When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
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Followed your label's notion no promotion now you're audi
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And that's the type of moves that make an artist act rowdy
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Emcees fallin victim to financial, seduction
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Then watchin creative weight extracted, like liposuction
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Your A&R like C'n'R got many styles to suit ya
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But if it's false to me I've never been an ass smoocher
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Since I don't brainwash minds, with talkin nines and
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how I shoot ya, it seems no multi-million dollar contract's
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in my future, I could swallow the bait and get gassed
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like petroleum, but contracts break like Rock Steady
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on linoleum, no wack'n in my format, no Grammy awards
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Rap over break loops and samples, no R&B chords
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On a mission from God, to make the concious souls nod
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when I'm rhymin, I take tracks of coal and then
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compress em to a diamond, I'm in the mindstate
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to escalate, when all rappers participate
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it's fate for rap to elevate..
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I gotta free my mind (yo as a matter of fact)
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I gotta free my mind (we're not goin out like that)
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I gotta free my mind (we got the power to stay)
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"Other rappers, they went slip slidin away"
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You're goin, downtown to leave your mark on the biz
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You reminisce, you and your A&R was first friends
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You got talent and you ain't afraid to splurge hip-hop
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Better thrills than Jordan alley-oops the pill but still
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got verbals like murder, so call on Perry Mason
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Twenty-five to life, is what I'm facin, for this fate's in
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the element of fine print I've read it and overseen
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by judgmental pompous ass phonetics, the critic
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I'm still the rapper for the rhymes that he expresses
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or manifestes, no frontin, I wrote the shit while blunted
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Take control, don't be a fuckin fish on a pole
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Label'sll leave you murdered in a river with no soul
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it's true, for what you say is what you do with the flow
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For labels MC's come and they go, but B.U.M.S.
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we leave our mark for hip-hop's devestation
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In our strive to stay alive for my record's elevation
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Chorus
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I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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Yeah, I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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Yeah? I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
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Elevation (Free My Mind)
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| The B.U.M.S. |
