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God bless the child that can hold his own
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Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
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The type that's known to set the tone
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Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
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Check it, it's the player to examine
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My thought patterns are deep like canyons
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A tough companion that women won't adandon
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That's my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like Nino
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Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like ceelo
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That's what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
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I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging like a halo
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Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
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Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips than Ruffles
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
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The type that's known to set the tone
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Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
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I'm gigantic, coming hard like granite
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Forget where you're from, I represent the whole planet
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Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
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The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
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Opponents I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
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Display many styles like colors in a spectrum
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You can't escape the inconcealable
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Niggas is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (Right)
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I fell off? Come on, imagine it
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It's the sharp elaborate
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Type of nigga that's not having it
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On some new shit, some extra cool shit
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The type to lounge in the crib all day
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Peeping pay-per-view shit
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Word, it's bugged, hops, I love props
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When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots
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'96, coming from the rear quick
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I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear" shit
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
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The type that's known to set the tone
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Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
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I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics
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Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than St. Patrick's
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The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)
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That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater
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Catch me shining from a mile away
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The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping Alize
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You see me sinning with the money and the women
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You think I'm winning? Shit, I'm barely living
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Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass
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Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass
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I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid
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Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard
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Word up, while you're still clowning
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I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of Will Downing
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Living the life of a grown man
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Me and Dink, and Roy Ayers, we got the Soul Plan
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God bless the child that can hold his own
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Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
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The type that's known to set the tone
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Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)
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(Roy Ayers solos on the keys til fade)
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Soul Plan
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Lord Finesse |