[Verse 1 - Illy:]
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Yo, allow me to introduce, allow me to redirect your views
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Allow me to reconnect the roots, ready shoot
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Stick and move, flicking ciggies at the suits
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I got too much soul to be fitting in them boots
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Could be the love of lifestyle, rhyme or coin
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But whether I'm here to light, write or buy the joint
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The fuck you sweating on my final choice
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Aussie rules baby, fact is, my goals is beside the points
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You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
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We speak, we mean something, they sheep, they just bleat
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The chase and foreverlutionaries link
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We steady the ship, these motherfuckers look ready to sink
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And elsewhere, i'll see that they dealt fair
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Beat 'em in life, die, meet 'em in hell, and beat 'em as well there
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Can I get a hell yea (hell yea)
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Fuck bel air, the fresh prince of m e l's in here, and
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[Hook:]
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I ain't in it for the fame, I'm in it for the love
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I ain't into getting framed, I ain't into getting cuffed
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Y'all already know the name, we came get it done
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This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above
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[Verse 2 - Jeswon:]
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Ayo it's obvious
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There's plenty of half wits that are more popular
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But ain't too many artists that could open up your oculars
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Yo what it is
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Went from anonymous to eponymous to bombing shit
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To this posish where ain't nobody stopping us
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All aboard the rocket ship
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I'm taking y'all to outer space
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I display astounding grace while haters eating sour grapes
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This is for my people feeling out of place
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I'm working on another album mate so grab your calendar and count the days
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Time's ticking on simpleton rhyme spitters
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The wickedest bi-linguist my lyrics worth five figures
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Some people think that it's hard to define brilliance
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But I find the definition reflected in my mirror
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Don't mean to brag and boast
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But we're ripping the maddest quotes
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The difference 'tween a panadol and sniffing on a gram of coke
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Consider this the antidote to the anti-dope
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Kicking cannon balls at ya cantaloupe now adios yo I'm a ghost
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[Hook:]
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I ain't in it for the fame, I'm in it for the love
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I ain't into getting framed, I ain't into getting cuffed
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Y'all already know the name, we came get it done
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This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above
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[Verse 3 - Tuka:]
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Up and at 'em
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My body nothing but a vessel
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Use to wonder what would happen
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Once the dust had come to settle
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But for now I'll probably down a couple red bulls
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Help a brother butter up his mental
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And rush in another schedule
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I'm running amongst the madness
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Rusty has-beens
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Asking who's that fucker tuka snatchy, he raps in funny accents?
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Wants some monkey magic
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Suck on my banana
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While I fly on carpets
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Munging cactus
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With my pack of mayan shamans
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Lion hearted
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Enlighten darknesss
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My mind is universal
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Catch me chatting with tiny martians
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In hybrid human circles
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My life's a music journal
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Inspired by buddha sticks
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And stupid shit
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I'm kinda quirky, like a stanley kubrick flick
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(the voice of god)
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I join the dots
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Like manuva &
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Tuna fish
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Who is it?
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Holla at cha boy
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Get in tune with it...
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Dropped it like it's nuclear
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I'm getting suited up
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Thundakats & illy
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On smash
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From here to jupiter
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[Hook:]
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I ain't in it for the fame, I'm in it for the love
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I ain't into getting framed, I ain't into getting cuffed
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Y'all already know the name, we came get it done
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This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above
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All The Above
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| Illy |
