Chorus: (repeat x2)
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Somehow, Someway
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We be comin up wit funky fly shit
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Like Every single day
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[Prince Poetry]
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Check it
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Intelligent wordz, iz colaz
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Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye
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Focus, clistion unlike baptism
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I bless souls thru the worldz second religion
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From the left With angles to enlarge the prizm
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Prince Po, I, out of the south-side slums
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Claimin spots around all these hypo-critical tongues
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Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic
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Wit 2 yearz outta da picture
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I still rock it and rock well
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A level that my stiggy gets you gel (what)
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I strickly international ghetoo, clientel
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Freaky like James Bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin
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Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few
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I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz
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Inside a, outta da eyez of god can't lose
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batter and bruise crewz
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and let the heat spark, the feuls
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Got ya boyz cryin while youre stretched out in front of da church fews
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Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes
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Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks Oooohhhs
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Outta da power that I used that I used ta sock prower
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Want more, I stick ya butt naked and raw
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Chorus
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul
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Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which's inside himself
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Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate MCs
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Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly
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Y'all know the unpresidented without herb
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every single word'll be verbally demented
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Presented, so that when it desinigrates
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unsentaments, are meninetated
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Standin aloneit gets you tinimented
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It's it bug how I bust lyrical slugs
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And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz
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When the band gets struck, by thesis
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I'm only rollin wit da most superior Profile, to my species, see my thesis
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Release these bombz by all meanz
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Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend
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Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine
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Pharoahe pullin out on the pole
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To compare cause ??? wit scriptures that I wrote and know
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My physical form iz like Nam and sane like Sadaam Hussein buit still calm
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Chorus
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Somehow, Someway
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| Organized Konfusion |
