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Envisioning the hereafter listenin to Steve Wonder
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On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
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I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
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Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
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That's your lady I used to run up in her and G weed from her
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It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
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At times my going forward seems like retreat
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As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
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Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
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There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
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Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages
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My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious
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Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
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I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
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Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor
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It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma
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Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
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Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
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The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
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Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
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My mind of flow is like motor key 20
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Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
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Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
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Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
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As he described how the bucks hit him
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And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
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This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin
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I said it's here
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It's here(echoed)
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Invocation
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