| In a basic four-four, y’all cats would probably be amazed
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| The amount of ways that we can variate the things we say
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| The heart remain on page, blood stains are stain integrity
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| Don’t stand next to me, I’m bound to bounce around your lethargy
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| Not to mention, need a stronger search engine to see these images
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| Escape your netscape to communicate in rhyme scrimmages
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| Still gotta 'fend my face, I’m like David, don’t talk
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| I got that slingshot with five giants traced in chalk
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| Mystic heat rock rap skipper, rip a fallacy
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| Too much to be held by Big Dipper
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| Watch me water of life sipper
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| in and out that snare kick, where’d that cat get his flow?
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| Done for them fellow warriors at underground shows in stereo
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| Holy Ghost got the rhyme book then
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| Veteran this drill sergeant
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| Your soul’s my target
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| 360 don’t you dare spark it
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| I’ll push through 720, one time around just ain’t enough
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| Third-generation mic master, call my bluff
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| There’s a time, there’s a place
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| And there’s a space
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| For everything, everything
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| Tryna write the illest project ever blessed the alphabet
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| 'Til they take 'em and Cali quake 'em until God split the minister
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| Windmills of flair, nappy hair not so debonair
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| Spray raps up in the air so it rains my thoughts
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| Pain don’t start convicting your sinister misleading lie speaking
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| Memory light beacon, Propaganda post-heathen
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| less stuff than I should and if my clothes and shoes match
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| Best walk if I could in hopes my flows like flu catch
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| Fire and soul froze stand still inspire
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| Them cats who chose to admire y’all rhyme liars
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| Don’t accept they fliers, laugh at 'em when in cyphers
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| They insight be outright outlandish, can’t stand it
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| Hindsight, I choose to rhyme right over limelight
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| Hopefully yo there’s no hope for thee
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| I’m
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| Hope to give y’all poetry to change the scope of the thought
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| And openly explode when your time unfolds
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| There’s a time, there’s a place
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| And there’s a space
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| For everything, everything
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| I’m a crooked-way-made-straighter
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| Track rider, fifty-fifty rail skater
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| Kickflip indie grab, grab mic and blab
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| Verse after verse quench thirst, search word for the origin
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| Elohim creating helped mature me
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| I’m working on undoing this twisted way of thinking
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| Subduing this will of flesh, better yet surrendering
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| Rendering anything that’s hindering my ministry dead weight
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| Peep game, pump brakes, slow roll, gain control
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| Avenge time, enemies stolen get cold out here
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| Contentment grown impatient, it can’t hold for many years
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| I’m through speaking on fear and such just don’t concern me
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| Immersed into the mind surgeon, my soul is done searching
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| Pros at angle working, twice like oversize people
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| Now people now understand bless the Son of Man
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| Ultimate rhyme expanse the influence of our family
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| Still got beef with gravity, please don’t get mad at me
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| There’s a time, there’s a place
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| And there’s a space
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| For everything, everything |