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We mean business |
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when we bout this |
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we aint monotonous |
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when we rock this |
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we take it seriously |
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aint no mystery |
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we notchin one in history |
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see its literally lyrically serious |
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this is mind penetration |
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through rhyme concentrated |
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word use administration |
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and abrasive education |
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sixth sense illumination |
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on reconciliation |
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put the cross placement |
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with the cross over placement |
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so cautiously |
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i approach the mic without apostasy |
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its costing me |
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every proper due from fellow emcees |
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but these be |
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more than just rhymes and punch lines to me |
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seriously we have no time for playing lyrically |
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at least we don't and that's a money back guarantee |
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cause people need |
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more than entertainment from the industry |
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so many lives |
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depending on lies |
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so too many die |
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cause too many high |
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and not many try |
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to live a life beyond self |
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chasing status and wealth |
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using excuses how you came up |
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for records to sell |
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the stories you tell |
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done been told in so many ways |
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the only diference |
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is your platinum shackles and iced out chains |
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so ignorantly |
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you keep them loving mentel slavery |
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they wanna be free |
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but you ignore responsibility |
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ignorantly |
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you keep them loving mental slavery |
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they wanna be free |
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but you ignore responsibility |
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yo we make an orangutan with lipstick on |
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recite these words and sing this song |
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no drugs or pills that i be on |
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scratch and sniff my provolone |
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the place im at i so belong |
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glad to be here thank you glad you could make it |
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aint nobody took it where we bout to take it |
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we so serious hip skip bounce to be us |
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my voluptuous style make you chew up my style |
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lunitic rippin up the tile |
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fact or fable |
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tools of necessity a mic and a turntable |
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plunder like a pirate that's what people are called |
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who steal cable deal under the table |
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with these flows we drop bombs like after eatin 3 cinnabons |
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upon my head this mantle been put upon |
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not the exploding kind the kind that enlighten the throne i sit upon |
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shinning light in clear you need to get upon |
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check the head of this nail you hit upon |
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times a wastin don't get me wrong |
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we at the end of this song |