| Yo… aiyyo relax your mind and let your conscience be free
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| And get down with the sounds of this nigga O. C
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| Walkin the streets, chicks hawkin me
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| You ask why? |
| (Why?) That’s how it ought to be
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| Draw your own conclusion, seperate the real from illusion
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| The fake one dealin with confusion
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| My kindred spirit will burn 'til, God douse my flame
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| 'Til then, forever I’ll reign
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| The level of my game is like, a smooth fadeaway jumpshot
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| By Jordan in the last few seconds
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| Crab niggas hecklin, hopin I’ll miss
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| It’s all net when, ball fall through like swish
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| Embarassin to me, there’s none other
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| Fine as, Donnie Brasco, my steez deep cover
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| Thoughts caress you, may God bless you
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| For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours
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| Somethin special
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| Yeah
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| I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m
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| Uh-huh
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| I live it, I breathe it, I eat it, I know I’m
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| Word
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| I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m
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| Check, yo
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| Got a vendetta with myself, why I haven’t had a had a million sold
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| Knowin what I spit made of gold
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| Life and 'dro spark it, move your ass
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| While the blunt flame illuminate the darkness
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| Smoke yellow, O-thello, thoughts flow mellow
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| Who the hell gon' tell O what I already know?
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| It’s a thin line between fine wine and Ripple
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| Good wine you let it breathe in that glass of crystal
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| Take a sip, swish it in your gums for taste
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| The act itself, the ambience is what I embrace
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| All attention’s on me, it’s been a long time
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| Praise to God, one through nine, O is the dime
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| Over the hill? |
| I’m far from it; |
| you name it I done it
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| I been here before like Muhammad — check
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| Thoughts caress you, may God bless you
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| For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours
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| Somethin special
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| Yeah… yo
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| It seems like a, mic was made so I can speak my piece
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| Or like a, defense lawyer who preparin his brief
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| Convince a jury not to convict, who he defendin for his freedom
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| Fake niggas in my life, I don’t need 'em
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| Ask around 'bout my stats at bat
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| I plant my feet, and point it, send it out of the park
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| The ball defy gravity, attached to yo' ass like a cavity
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| Thoughts blurry, mines got clarity
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| The world ain’t, parallel to mines, go 'round
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| Like a carousel ride, I got — nothin to hide
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| Hollywood even want in, your typecast characters I won’t play 'em
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| Rules I refuse obeyin; |
| stern like an oxen
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| Fight more bouts than a one-day session knockin out songs like Jack Johnson
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| F what the rest do, O got the record
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| And call like God answerin your prayers and affairs, I’m |