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Verse One:
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I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in
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That be scatterin
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Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
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Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
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Grammatics that are masculine
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I grab them in verbally badgerin broads
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I wish that Madelline was back on Video LP
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I went against all odds and got a even steven
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Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin
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But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
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I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize
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I analyze where I rest my eyes
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And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
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I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time
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For your mind like one time
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If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
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cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
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Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
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I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine
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Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
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This rap shit is truly outta control
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My style is too developed to be arrested
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It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
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They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
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I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
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A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
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I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
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Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
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They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense
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Verse Two:
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I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
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I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
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Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
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Imaginations in flight
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I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
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Get open like on gym nights
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And in fights I send rights
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Don't hook with skins my friends like
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I spend nights up in dykes
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In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades
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I got it made
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I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
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Come from a tribe of bums
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Hooked on negro and mums
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Had to halt with the, malt liquor
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Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
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Now my speech is lost quicker
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Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
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U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
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U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker
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U Ak got my back and we don't now check it
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I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga
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But it's my turn to go I gotta go
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And I'm gone with the storm
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Resurrection
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| Common Sense |
