[Peace]
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Our house is in the middle of the street
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I'm a talkin' head, talkin' head
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Spittin' speech, Hungry like A Wolf, Where's the Beef?
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[Gift of Gab]
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Beef eater gin, in-toxicant, men-tal
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Alternate, end-ings, opposite trend Zen
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Copperfield, pen bend, topple and kill end men
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Send them, in wind, tremblin', off of them skills (skills, skills, skills...)
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[Peace]
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My copper top is poppin' tops (tops), the heat keeps blowin'
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+Energizer+ bunny, ain't it funny, how I stay so +ever ready+
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But I never see the money (money, money, money...)
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[Gift of Gab]
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Money never makin' me
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I make it, come inside and take a seat
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It's vacant, Ego Sonic, inner space
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The sacred sequel on again
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Erase and cease the hatred season
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of the drums of war of sages past
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and speakin' through the ancients
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speakin' through the, speakin' through the ancients, speakin'
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(speakin', speakin', speakin'...)
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[Peace]
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As a kid, I was Harry Potter-like
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Not locked in a room but on the streets, they poked fun and took my bike
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Until I chose to write, spec-tacular, vernacular, spells, for the fight
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(fight, fight, fight...)
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[Gift of Gab]
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In the, middle of the class, I was writin' my secret agenda
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Getting' a bl-ast from ignitin' my deepest surrender
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A bit of chastisement I may have gotten from teachers when the
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classes were done, masses were stunned, I pass it on
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(I pass it on, I pass it on, I pass it on...)
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[Peace]
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I be flingin' stones at yo' dome and yo' +Jet-son+
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and +Elroy's+ El Dorado drivin' while the sun sets some
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Back seat, fulla cotton candy, beer, and bubble gum
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(bubble gum, bubble gum. bubble gum...)
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[Gift of Gab]
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Summertime in the city
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Pity rappers fallin' to the Ego Sonic War Drums [echoes]
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[Chorus x2]
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Ego Sonic War Drums, we so hard - RUN
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Beatin' on yo' door come, try and get SOME
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You'll get trampled, tryin' to sample, end up gettin' NONE
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Ego Sonic War Drums, we so hard - RUN
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[Gift of Gab]
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Heeey ya, raise the bar to another level of rhymin' again
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Maaa-jor daaays of, verbal assault tactics that get
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waaaay out, Blazin' the bow again to set new trend of flaa-va, D¨¢©öj-¨¢¡Æ vu
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We blowin' 'em up wit' the way we slaaay-a, saaay ya praaa-yas
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Set in the head of the rappers we SLAAY-a
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YAAAY-A, HI-YA, HI-YA, HO!
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Come on in-SIDE and try the flow
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Creepin' up on yo' mind just like a SPID-A
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KIND-A slow, SHINE and FLOOOW
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Sparkle and rock until I can't SHINE NO MO', OHHH!
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Low and beHOOOLD, FOOOE
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Animal instinct comin' out of the SOOOUL
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Chief Coyote, Blackfoot, Savage NavaHOOOOS
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Scalpin' yo' top and rock out the spot, off the top knockin'
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and then I frolic about the DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGH
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[Bridge]
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Just because we out there, doesn't mean we don't care
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Respect our clout, yeah, Gift of Gab dope, yeah
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P-E-A-C-E, yeah, E-S-W-D, playa
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Arrows flyin' everywhere, Ego Sonic warfare
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[Peace]
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Peace pipe, puffin', arrow stick you in yo' stuffin'
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OH-WO-WO-WO-WO-WO-OW, think I'm bluffin'
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Jumpin' off my horse and runnin' up on you ain't nothin
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I don't have no rifle, I just throw my hatchet in yo' face
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Catch it, get an eye FULL
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Hear them drums? Battle sounds! See that land? Battle grounds!
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See the men? Battle rounds! Hear me now, man down!
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Bows UP, clear the section, roll out a winner
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In my Ego Sonic head dress in
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and for you dum-dum opponents, hope you learned yo' lesson
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(learned yo' lesson, learned yo' lesson, learned yo lesson'...)
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[Chorus]
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[Gift of Gab]
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Chief Apache drummer, tipi dweller, eagle feather bearer
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Chalice lighter, inner fire starter, worship Mother Nature
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[Peace]
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Mohawkin' egos clawin' beak seems to bear it all
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Seminole, Blackfoot, Mohican, and Choctaw
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[Gift of Gab]
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Choppin' ya, scalpin' ya, offin' ya, moppin' ya, falcons are
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flockin' around you, wreck shop while I'm poppin' at Pocahontas
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[Peace]
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Death it won't fall upon us, as long as I'm Geronimo-an
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Keepin' the heater flowin', you know they ain't into throwin' 'em
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[Gift of Gab]
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Burnin' the tip of the Arrow, the temperature's blarin'
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The endin' is near when we hit you wit' THIS, then you're perishin'
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| (peris |
