[Intro]
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Yeah, for the world!
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Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on)
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We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
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We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
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We keep going
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[Verse 1]
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Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
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Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
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I hustle at a speed between greed and need
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On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
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Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
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My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q)
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In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
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Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
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Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
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You the Ray J Of this rap world
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I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
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Grand like Auto Theft 3
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Style so developed the law cant arrest me
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You walk with blood on your shirt
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Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
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See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle
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I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do
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And bleed thru the needle with truth
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That needs no preview to proof its in the people
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And how they react still in the business of smacking
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Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites
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attract my mind state is black
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Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap
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[Verse 2]
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Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
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My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal
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Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols
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I spit thru gang wars and strange doors
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Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war
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I see niggaz with flags who they waving them for?
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I'm the nigga that you put the chain on the door for
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The nigga that you started changing the laws for
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Orator of hard-core and more
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My raps the portal for the blue collar
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Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars
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I'd rather listen to silence then you holla
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Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama
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My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
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For truth your a decoy
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Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
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I fall down and get up like Don McClerken
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Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin
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Break it down like herb
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The nympho of info I'm fucking what you heard
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You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves
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I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
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I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
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For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge
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Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics
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The people we serve with Soul Power
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Soul Power
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