[Verse One: Gift of Gab]
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Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide
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It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride
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As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides
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It ain't nuttin goin on but a party
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Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads
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I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds
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I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
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Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
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I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central
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Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential
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For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
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Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you
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My soul is one with all although my ego is against you
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See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you
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I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
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I can do anything, I can do anything
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Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
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Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars
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A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls
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A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic
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Education, and if not that, then learn from life
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Beyond all of the material crap
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A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes
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And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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[Verse Two:]
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A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars
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A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars
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A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got
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Shit to live for if you can't explore the
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Realms of thought you ought not test lest
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You be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
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Bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
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Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms
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Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high
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Maybe next time I use my finances right
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Live another day, learn another lesson
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Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin
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That it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's
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No skill displayed, de shades gone now
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So it's time to build my own umbrella
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Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
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Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and
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All I wanna do is run my own universe
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Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse
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Mind over matter, spirit over mind
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A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes
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A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your
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Sister in the living room gin
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A life with a plan nine acres on a land
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Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
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Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free
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Before the departure plantin of the right seed
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I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind
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I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to find
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Manipulated minds need to make an escape
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And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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Manipulated minds need to make an escape
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And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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Swan Lake
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Blackalicious |