Aha, two times
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I'm the D to the
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Vocabulary spills,
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I'm ill, plasmatic
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I'll leave ya brain stimulated
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No need to be high,
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Always exhale the facts
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I don't inhale lie
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Play the greater man game
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To bounce off my laws
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I'mma learn the acres, the house and the or's
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Of course it's much greater
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Than ya friend with the Lexus
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Engine is the toma compton
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Engine is the EX
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Too complex
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It makes ma live like God makes it
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Who's down south to avoid the pole?
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I mean neva
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Fuck the court as dime getters be gazin'
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Call me Luther, can barely say my style so amazin'
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Chasing old sip hoes
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To have the last laugh
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Even when I'm gone, I'm reappearing in the act
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I have to send respects for money makers
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When I connect you to your champagne, hoe
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Taste a quarter pound from here to New York, don't swine,
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Don't eat no pork!
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Who am I? The D to the
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Easten blades, I've acknowledged a little n your New York paves
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Me, wonder why? Pays to be
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Certified azul, baby, (???)
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By others explored to make a heart core
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I make a heart four
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Rock MCs and leave us on beside the door
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Grind me sometime, when we get the racin' on the mike
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We line up the seats. The lyrical killas, they need us on the ceiling
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Might I escalade like black eye blate
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Musical plates being played by the rule
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Kids be steppin' through the stool
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You be fools
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Playing to drop jewels, but for now, ya go itchin'
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We don't give a shit on what crew you run
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Ova what section of earth you reside,
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You not even a man, nigga, x2
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And I'm a man, cause a man say so for yo life
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Why keepin' it real? You should try keepin' it righteous
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Understand the microphone, mathematics
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This is the currency that will bury world status
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Vocabulary Spills
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| De La Soul |
