Okay.
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This joint is knockin' right here
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I don't even need to write to this joint this easy
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I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen
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My interpretation of what the game facin'
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I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization
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And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
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My education is statin' black unification
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Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'
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And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken
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It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken
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It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
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Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional
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Dimension in teleportation
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And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'
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Out on route like telephone communications through nations
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Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
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Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations
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They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
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Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation
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They tracin' and chasin' from location to location
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I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation
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Waitin' to start me and my squad organization
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But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations
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Makin' me pause and might cause altercations
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But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations
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Dedication, motivation and concentration
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Manifestation is the key to escalation
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And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation
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Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'
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They typically pissin' me off like urination
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Deflation and toleration is in consideration
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But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
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I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'
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These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
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Like mice durin' extermination
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Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience
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Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'
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Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information
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My interpretation of the rap business
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Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician
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Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'
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Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'
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But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'
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Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in
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Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'
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But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different
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For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
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But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned
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My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
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I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
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When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
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Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton
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The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'
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They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
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The business...
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My Interpretation
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