| This
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| A K-DEF exclusive
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| Yeah yeah, lord, knowledge
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| Uh huh, eh, lord, eh
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| Look, look, huh, look
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| When I relapse to the tempo
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| When I take time to make it simple
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| Till its tenfold and eventful
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| But the man go with a dope stroll
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| Like a van Gogh but no vanguard
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| And a vagabond the imagine
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| Not nonchalant with the orchestras
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| I orchestrated, not penetrated
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| And I resonated, and you can’t debate (it)
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| But I’m feeling great, I’m in a good space
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| I got a cold song in my system blasting
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| And my window down, and my mind flowing
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| And that Marvin Gaye til' I’m comatose
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| I might overdose on that Sound of Soul
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| With that simple love that you rather hear
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| I gotta persevere, I wanna persecute
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| I, said I do this like its nothing to me
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| A cooler composer close the curtain
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| Cursing curving the beat up
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| Personal peak upon some piece
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| I plead the people believe
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| In need of the voice of Etta James
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| So I can drown out the pain, lord
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime, Lord
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime, Lord
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| I want that magical, mystifying soliloquy
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| Send me something that’s real
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| If I feel the seal of approval
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| Boost the truth I’m loose and living
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| Listening to Frankie Beverly
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| Amazed the maze I made the flavor
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| Forsaken this
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| Shaking Satan
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| Won’t cave in
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| I came and I claim
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| That I was exceptional
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| Paid attention astutely
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| By soothers smooth as masseuses
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| I’m ruthless maybe relentless
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| Lament the lesson they lecture
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| They lace the lyrics they living
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| And listen this is by children
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| That feel alone for an instance
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| I did I remember playing
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| So Makavelli melodically
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| Bother me and the people around me
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| Don’t seem to care at all
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| I’m in this by myself
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| With no one to help or assist
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| I’m convinced to testing these lives
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| With the music I’m feeling fine
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| Now in my mind I reminiscence
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| I miss the bliss that I had
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| I remember ripping on the plastic
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| From 2pacalypse now
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| You couldn’t tell me nothing different
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| Now I’m not putting it down
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| I finally found the love of my life
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| And this message is over beats
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| I beseech the speech
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| I sing a song like Sinatra
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| I’m Johnny Cash
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| With these stripes on my soldier
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| The trains are coming
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| I’m running, huffing
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| But never stop because I’m dedicated sacrificing
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| I’m feeling so elated
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime
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| Lord!
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime
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| I want that music that was real so I could feel it for sure
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| I realized that they don’t even make that shit anymore
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| I want that music that was real so I could feel it for sure
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| I realized that they don’t even make that shit anymore
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| And I’m just trying to bring it back
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| To that rap with classic galore
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| We put some soul inside the sound
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| So they could feel the allure
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| And I’m just trying to bring it back
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| To that rap with classic galore
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| We put some soul inside the sound
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| So they could feel the allure
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| Look I’m pushing it to the limit
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| Peter pan to my pen
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| I picture the perfect procreation
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| Appropriation of phrases
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| I phase the fake with the funk
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| A phase I came to just love
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| Play a pun to punish them all
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| With that interlude 'bout the gun
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| You know:
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| Packing the mac in the back of the Ac'
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| Packing the mac in the back of the Ac'
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| Give them the rub on the lyrical track
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| I pity the moment I’m bringing them back
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| I’m lining the mind in a minute a minute
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| I own it, never tone it, I am alone
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| In love with the music, I’m putting it first
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| I’ve literally been immersed
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime Lord
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| I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
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| No longer sleeping
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| I’ve been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
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| I play some music all alone
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| The tone is passing the time
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| And I hear these stories and the lyrics
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| The energy is sublime Lord
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| Eh! |
| Knowledge! |
| Nigga!
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| Uh huh huh, eh, eh
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