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Sometimes men and women look at themselves and see bliss
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Through experience we tend to exist
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That's through our past or our caretakers
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The instance is in particular, so you need to recognize that
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if you take all this away
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and look at us at the end of the day
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we stand great among creation
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So baby take these words as a little inspiration
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While I kick this shit get your ass motivation
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MCs, you're walking a thin line
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Get in your ranks and tighten up as we walk through mines
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and plus vipers, phony rhymers and biters
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Money-grubbers, beat-dubbers
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amongst a whole host of others
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Who be fakin', fraudulatin'
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Waitin' for your bacon
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They be takin' and skatin' while you sit contemplatin'
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Who's your peoples
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Well let me tell you somethin' now paw
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We're livin' a world that's R-A-double-raw
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It's crazy but it's true, go for delly is the law
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and if you cross the path then you dangerin' your jaw
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And if you Glass Joe, don't go toe-for-toe
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Yo all we wanna do is our thing and lay low
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So brothers hold your heads high when you get down
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Don't violate these women cuz we need them around
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It's all of us together, not the one without the other
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The Abstract is ill, word to mother.
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Chorus
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We got to do our do, not separate, together
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Got to move on through, not separate, together
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Got to do our do, not separate, together
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Got to move on through, not separate, together
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Yo, we got some problems baby
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People stressed out, check it
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But we can make it Sugar
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Keep it light and I say
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move on through separate
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not together but together
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Not separate, that's how
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we got to do it, check it on out
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Bust it, yo...
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Separate/Together
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
