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It's all, it's all becoming to clear to me
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There appears to be something that you do not know about
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Something about this music
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Somn', something about this music
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(x2)
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Still young but I'm old
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Pursuing the truth in goal
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Trying to produce from the soul
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Backing me is a force, my greatest resource
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So when you ride this rhyme you be the rhyme horse
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This rhyme is a compass
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Designating the direction of your mind as you want this
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The dope beats don't cease
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Not for player haters
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But the appreciators of what we release
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Heavyweights will take a stand and show your flow is nice
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They'll pass the mic like Montana would throw to Rice
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A prime from the mind to the wickedness
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They ride on the dance floor like the Nicholas
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Brothers, Tribe Unique discovers
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Different ways, visually stimulating displays of movement
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Groovy groovy slide, watch me do this step
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Let's see if you can vibe to how deep does it get
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(chorus)
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Emcees flowing deep and wide, deep and wide
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Cali earthquake impact when me and the beat collide
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Smack dab, dropping like a Reggie Miller clutch three
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Leaving emcees saying "Fuck me"
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Ooh, but don't get vulgar just cause I provoked ya
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You're all vultures, our music is the prey
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We do this every day
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You swoop down in your six-four
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Bumping ATU through alpines
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But please, time's down, dogs up
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The Project Blowedians be the first to battle, that's what you call guts
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Caps peeled back by verbal weapon
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You hear them tracks, feel back, you heard us flexin'
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Manifestation, switch the station
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To de-program the robots
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The ones who Acey calls Knownots
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Tell your whole block cause it's the sure shot
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(chorus)
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Something About This Music
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| Abstract Rude |
