[Eso]
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One, two, one, two mic check respect
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To the old school and new lest we forget
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That we come along way through the pain and lovin'
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To get that feelin' of freedom we wouldn't change for nothin'
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[Bliss]
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See I sprouted in the spring of 80's, sailed the seas for
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A third world, home ship wrecked in Indonesia
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Drifted to Virginia where my cargo like in a story
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And I take you back without Donny Darko in a delorium
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I learnt to beat box mimicking P.G.C
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You remember the titans but I never did C.T.C just
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Public elementary the PTA called a stray noise
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NWA tapes hidden under beds with four playboys
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In 92 I went down under but im like E.T
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Cause no-one spoke this language cept' some dude in the B.E
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See we found a baron just an excuse to cuss lots
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But you damn right the only two dudes rappin at the bus stops
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[Chorus x2]
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This is hip-hip, a sick man's medicine
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This blood, sweat, tears n lovin' adrenalin
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And it just (And it just) gives me that feelin' (it just gives me that feelin')
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[Eso]
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So from tryin' to stay up late to not sleepin' for days
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Till my inner child smile when the reefer gets blazed
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From crews that drift apart to mine that keeps shit in sync
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From the girl that I love, to the peace that she brings
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Cause her harmony's the only thing that makes me behave
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Hoping next month grows wings and takes me away
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If only you could see this poet dance on his note pad
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Oblivious to things I don't have
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Cause, music is everywhere, music is life
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And to the rhythm of the tap drip music is mine
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Music is yours
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And you can feel it on tours
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From trains to bus rides, down south to up north
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May the force be with you
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See this crew three fists full
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Poetry with power, life I know it's in the flowers is magic where my mind's in orbit
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This brain's a foster home and these rhymes are orphans
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[Chorus x2]
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This is hip-hip, a sick man's medicine
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This blood, sweat, tears n lovin' adrenalin
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And it just (And it just) gives me that feelin' (it just gives me that feelin')
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[Bliss & Eso]
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We gotta, live for the minute die for the culture
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Young n hard but only gettin' older
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Lord knows ill never put the mic down
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Let's go we'll make it happen right now
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Live for the minute die for the culture
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Young n hard but only gettin' older
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Lord knows ill never put the mic down
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Let's go we'll make it happen right now
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[Bliss]
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I got a lot to give, but I gotta live
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So we win of this mic man is my prerogative
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This game is ill so im just livin' for the minute
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Can't play life from the bench man you gotta get up in it
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And its all worth it
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From the page where my lead roams
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So touch any spirit
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When I fed poems to wet foams
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Workin' in the mud but yo im dreamin' in the clouds
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And shit I can feel your love when you're screamin' out loud
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It goes
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[Chorus x2]
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This is hip-hip, a sick man's medicine
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This blood, sweat, tears n lovin' adrenalin
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And it just (And it just) gives me that feelin' (it just gives me that feelin')
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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Oh heeeeeeey
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That Feeling
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| Bliss N Eso |
