Planet Earth was my place of birth
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Born to be the SOLE controller of the universe
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Besides the part of the map I hit first
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Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
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The rough gets going, the going gets rough
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When I start flowing, the mic might bust
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The next state, I shake from the power I generate
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People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
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'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
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So I boguard and never get scarred I'm god
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But it seems like I'm locked in hell
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Looking over the edge but the R never fell
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Or tripped or slipped 'cause my Nikes got grip
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Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
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Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on
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I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
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Going for self wit a long way to go
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So much to say but I still flow slow
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I come correct and I won't look back
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'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where
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you're at
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Even the (ghetto)
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I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
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And return through the womb of the world as a
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thought
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Thinking how hard it was to be born
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Me being cream wit no physical form
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Millions OF CELLS wit one destination
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To reach the best part, it's life creation
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9 months later, a job well done
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Make way, 'cause here I come
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Since I made it this far, I can't stop now
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There's a will and a way and I got THE know-how
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To be all I can be and more
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And see all there is to see before
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I'M Called and go back to the essence
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It's alot to learn so I study my lessons
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I thought the ghetto was the worst that could
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happen to me
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I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me
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'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
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ExileD from the original man, a strayed way
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Now that's what I call hard times
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I rather be here to exercise the mind
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Then I take a thought around the world twice
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From knowledge the form back to knowledge precise
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Across the desert, that's HOT AS THE ARABIAN
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But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asian
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REaching for the city OF Mecca, visit Medina
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Visions of Neffertiti then I seen her
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Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I
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Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in
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Africa
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Return the thought through the eye of a needle
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For miles I thought and I just fought the people
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Under the dark skies on a dark side
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Not only there but right here's an apartheid
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So now is the time for us to react
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Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
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Understand you're third eye seen all of that
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It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
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Even the (ghetto)
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Even the (ghetto)
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No more props, I want property
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In every borough, nobody's stopping me
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Because I'm thorough, rhymes I write give me real estate
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for me to own
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Wherever I bless a microphone
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007 is back and relaxing
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On POINT N' reactin' and ready for action
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I'm so low key that you might not see me
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Incognito and taking it easy
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Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush
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In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush
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Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
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HOPIN' the wack rapper'LL put the mic back down
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So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
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'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic
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I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending
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So many solos, there is no ending
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People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
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From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
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Footprints remain on stage ever since
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As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
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When I had sex, I left my name on necks
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My trademark was left throughout the projects
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I used to get rich when I played celo
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When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
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So I collect my cash then slide
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I got my back, my gun's on my side
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It shouldn't have to be like that
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I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where
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you're at
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Even the (ghetto)
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I'm from the (ghetto)
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Word up, peace
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In the Ghetto
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Eric B. & Rakim |