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[Chorus] (Mikah 9)
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Non compos mentis and moon struck
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Come, pompous apprentice and succumb
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To this relentlessness, the sun
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Rises and sets yet you see none
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Of it's effects until it's done
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Then you'd reflect on how you'd run
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I'd take a step, your momentum
N.C.
I had still kept, fool
[Verse 1] (Abstract Rude)
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They eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food
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Repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood
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Other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude
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I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude
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This is not simply just to downplay wishes
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Made by emcees who found they status
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Do what you do to live life lavish, have this cabbage, heavy baggage
[Verse 2] (Aceyalone)
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Well I would like to start by saying
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Life has to be sparked each day
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And night, got to be smart don't play
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Your time, you won't be back
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When I speak I slice the words up like a slasher
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Private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker
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Sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer
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Sky swimmer, I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer
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And I like talking about dilemma
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And come up with a solution for the pollution
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My contribution being the superior being at emceeing
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And seeing the light love being in the light
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But they snatch it like a thief in the night
[Verse 3] (Mikah 9)
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(right, right, you know what I mean)
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I call them the cookie monsters
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On the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy
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Combined with M&Ms, money, main
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These B-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor
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Send him in, rendering him limb and limb
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Salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in
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Torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering
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My tender and remembering the splendor when
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I put my first splinter in nail
Cuticle, black male
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And you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle
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Checks not cash knots
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She also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
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The rest will go up to other hows tickling the G-spot
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On G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP
You could smuggle me a key
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I best belive that's how it be
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Just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies, out the hotel
[Abstract Rude]
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Ain't we having a car come pick us up?
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The life of a star come hook us up
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Studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats
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Pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef
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Courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies
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So when they hear you style they be proud of you guys
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Search from land to land
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Go from a thousand to a hundred to ten
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And couldn't find an honest man
It ain't always what it's promised to be
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(They don't stop) until the thirty third and a third degree
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(Shhh... can you keep a secret? of course)
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Or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse,
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Out the airport, and we having a plane fly us out
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We the truest, they interview us for what we write about
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Whether we're right or wrong
Once again it's on 'til the night is gone
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Get in a zone from the dome and a tight song
[Verse] (Aceyalone)
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Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?
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Now what are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?
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I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump
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Be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump
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I could play it like a trump, make you sicker than the mumps
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The days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps
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And sometimes it don't come at all
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You run you fall come one for all for one
Depending on exactly where you from
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Cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized
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And be able to be mobilized and look over the skies
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I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe
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And freedom of man original with the tan
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Can I expand? can I feel the crowd?
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If you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now
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Yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl
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and the sparrow and the eagle and the hawk
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They say why you talk that crazy talk
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I tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see"
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On me, "we hear what ears can't hear"
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Poetry we can be what nobody can be
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Solely the only lonely truly
[Chorus] (Mikah 9)
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Non compos mentis and moon struck
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Come, pompous apprentice and succumb
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To this relentlessness, the sun
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Rises and sets yet you see none
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Of it's effects until it's done
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Then you'd reflect on how you'd run
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I'd take a step, your momentum
N.C.
I had still kept, fool
