[whispers]
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Here we go...here we go...
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[Gift of Gab]
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Back on the journey again, tool is the pad and pen
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Cool is the fan as the wind, soothin' you after I send
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True inter vision risen and driven while givin' you MY
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Isms of intuition while niggaz is livin' a LIE
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Syllables spill and I fly, high as a pittacle rhyme
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Not to belittle a fool, but try to get into you my -
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Lyrics inherited form awareness somewhere in the sky
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Clearly you'll give them merit and cherish 'em better wit' time
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There is none ever and on like rivers, so clever I shine
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Verbal ambassador travel in this endeavor of mine
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Never a anti-gangster, the ghetto is still on the mind
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If I was, not rappin', a nigga might be up inside
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All of you terraces, stealin' wallets and necklaces, I
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give hella gratefulness for the blessin' share this and fly
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Everywhere people outside the culture now try to deFINE
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What it is, but it is MINE, such it is, love with BLIND
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Vision but no division is vivid we livin' inside
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Vicious vindictive and mental prisons from within the mind
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I sit and find stillness from minutes is written the RHYME
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Gettin' you smitten wit' it, particularly if you're a prime
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Listener, listen up, twist it up like the lyrics was lime
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Vintage is instant, so give it up when you hear it recited
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Recite it at attention, relivin' tension and bendin' yo' spine
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Sendin' you signals to get yo' internal system aligned
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Lyrical pittacle, situation is critical
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Syllable after syllable, Give It To You, deliver you my -
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Intervals, sendin' you through dimensions who didn't know
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Hidden in you, within you, when you get in the begin into it
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Sentiments internets, couldn't send you yet signals you get
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Rippin' through skin and through tissue, fix you elixirs that MIGHT -
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(lift your peripheral vision, the mystical wisdom that tends
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to go into the infinite system of livin' and this is the ending
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As well as the beginning of the Gift and his prime)
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Mission the bliss is divine, Christen it, isn't it fine?
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Listen and dissin' it, that's the incident innocent
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Men and women hit, lyrics is killin' niggaz, they shivelin'
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The predicaments thick, and it spills the wig of the ignorant lyricist, puttin' fear in their spirit...
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Yo, that's my time!
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[record skips in fast forward]
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[Intro to "Side to Side"]
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I know all you fellas have had a lady in your life that, you really appreciated
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and you wanted to do something special for her and, let her know it
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Well, I gotta lady like that, and I wrote this song to her...
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My Pen And Pad
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| Blackalicious |
