(K-OS)
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(Masquerade) One two, see this?
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Right here this is heat, yo, yo
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Massive massive
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(Hook: K-OS)
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There's something deep inside
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That's telling you that love's so much more
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This is just a masquerade
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When everything's alright
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You know it's time for the writing wars
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If it's just a masquerade
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(K-OS)
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When I feel the way of my lost innocense
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Looking for emotions that are fallacy
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Everything is waiting on that dominance
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Hoping for new opuses and alibis
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And I'm with you, oh ohohohoh
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If I could starve from falling
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And I bet you, oh oh silenced the
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Voices in your head but there's no place to go
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(Hook: K-OS)
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There's something deep inside
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That's telling you that love's so much more
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This is just a masquerade
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(K-OS)
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I sit back with the microphone
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Watchin' these MC's turn to actors
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Producin' all the factors
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That flip life, into a masquerade
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We like a bunch of manakins
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Battery operated, inoculated
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With five sentences connect us to the Earth
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Rich sinners since the days of my birth
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For what it's worth, dissuaded love
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I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat down
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Let's meditate and feel the heat now
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Like beautiful rain, on the desert plain
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Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak sound
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I break it down, to elements H to O
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A place to go, that you can't escape the flow
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Does not exist, I love the truth so I persist
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Intelligent men? Or just "Gorillas in the Mist"
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Clenchin' a black fist, for the size of dollar bill
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I leave the space so you can think about it now so just chill
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(Hook: K-OS)
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(There's something, there's something deep in)
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(There's something)
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There's something deep inside
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That's telling you that love's so much more
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This is just a masquerade
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When everything's alright
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You know it's time for the writing wars
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If it's just a masquerade
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Black shit, ration, tryin' to step up
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But they can't even cash it
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Kick that shit
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(Kamau)
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(First saved message)
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In this venture, nothing gained
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I've only just touched the surface
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Once nervous, when writing for a worthless purpose
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It was once more than this, before the heart left the beat
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The soul left the speech, I'm still trying to reach
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My niche, and teach the love again
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Inside the hate of a present day
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Got stepped after, being genuine we're swept away
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Before the importance of diamonds, bells
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And a platinum place, fallen from grace
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Not my campus with another trace
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Of the same thing I came in, this thing is worth saving
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Standing in the pockets holding tongues of what I'm saying
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Blaming myself only for supporting what they're playing
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I may peek through the storm, but now it's raining
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Unchanging of late, it's hard to be creative
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Although creating is native to me, I tried to be
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Even patience couldn't save it, from the days of pages
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They couldn't believe I would say this
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No longer without wings, Kamau is what my name is
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Too many undermind, what I underline
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Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes
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It was a creation of frustration
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Brown bricks or blank slates
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Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
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It was the sound of the evening, the way the day grew late
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Words tumble from lungs over my tongue
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And gave a new taste to my fate
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It doesn't even matter how the chatter would paint us
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With love on our side they could barely stand against us
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Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, what's goin' down?
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Um I got your message, and uh yeah, basically call me back
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Basically call me back and tell me
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Sorry about the length of the message, but you know
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You feelin' it? Aight man peace
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(End of message)
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Masquerade
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K-OS |