Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
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[Sample: "Have you heard
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E
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it? Sing along.
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E
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If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear
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B
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it right
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now."]
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[Slug] Bam, the door way opened for me
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I saw ways
Verse 2
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and told the story
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Raw day dreams of holding glory
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Ju nior high,
Hall way king
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E
Lockin' faggot MCs
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Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu
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Nation wannabees
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It didn't take long to see
who would stay strong
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E
High school upon
Some be
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- Boys put their gang bangs on
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But some kept on doing
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Step on to ruin
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Others that were pursuing the same
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shit we thought we ruled in
But what a surprise
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The passion for being the best
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Puts a quest for allies to rest
Dead
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In the Midwest where heads
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Is just a hand full
In a land of gangstas
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Players, replacements,
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priests, banjos
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We scramble
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E
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity
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and their hatred
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Separated by the gimmie props technique
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E
And a de sire to be the tops this week
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I gotta floss the speak
Cause talk is cheap
Even the broke kids can afford it
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That's why I stand close and if
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you're dope then I'm supportive
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But if not
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We'll keep the mic warm
For the next one
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Respect the artform
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And make your wishes on the stars born
Verse 3
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Within the movement
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Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid
all channels of backstepping
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From the lines of paint
on the concrete
They reside on Lake Street
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E
To the way we close
our eyes to sleep
And drift through Deep
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Space 9 type shit
To find this
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B
E
I've been around for as long as sound
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C
I've been to that not so fresh faze
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And that not so serious state but I've
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evolved
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Metamorphed manifestate
Verse 4
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I used to be young, dumb and full of vision
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Like it was religious rituals
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I made initial decisions
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I wanted to be a rapper world renown
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From Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls in crowns
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Snap, crackle and stomp
That's what I found
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The abyss that sits in- between the one that
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holds the mic and those that
don't even listen
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Formed some crews
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Rocked talent shows at schools
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Saturdays on the 18 make my
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way down to the record pool
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I met a grip of people that was bullshit
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Was down with a lot of people
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that was bullshit
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But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel
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before I let him hassle and
strangle
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C
The love triangle between me
the mic and the turntable
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Went to studios
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We want to make demos
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We want to do shows and rock our
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own instrumentals
Do our own production
Fuckin' around with this
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E
kid Kazir
Nitwit engineer
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Barely knew his own equipment,
Atmosphere
The prefix was urban
Wrecked shows
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Made friends made foes
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Overall we made flows
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And right now as I sit here
writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my
life that made me like this
Within the movement Fact checkin'
Verse 5
B
Tryin' to completely
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avoid all channels
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of backsteppin'
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From the lines of painted concrete
that reside on Franklin Ave
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To the dead bird on the elevator
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To that short in your cross fader
I never got lost later
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For efforts to pester
Just throw your hands up in
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the air like a leper
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I've been to that not so fresh faze
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And to that not quite so serious state
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Metamorph manifestate
Verse 6
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Well sometimes it rings and
I don't answer it
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That's it no asterisks
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No thirst to find the circumstances
It was planted in me deep
It was nurtured and it grew
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Gave it sleep and nutrition
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It was ef ficient let it through
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There are a few that have developed
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when I let them in my spectrum
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For the rest of em
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I give them just enough
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to cause infection
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Not trippin' on attention
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But if you ? it's welcome
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Open arms patient charms
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I know the words and I can spell them
Seldom is it
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When one inquisits
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Do they leave with this interest
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C
In fact most begin crave
the business
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Bringin' me to the table
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That's it no more no less
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The love the life the stress
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Slug, the mic, the mess
Testin'
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Yes, I've been tested and
I've tested some
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I'm not sayin' I'm the best
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Believe I'm not
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Like the rest of em
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Just sayin' I'm better than you
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That's my mind state
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My rhymes take me into
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When I check one two
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I guess some do get pissed
But intentions were to inspire
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C
Built the empire before I get tired
The ones that tare me down
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don't know it
But they're the same
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ones that build me
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Now quietly in your head say,
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"Yes you can feel me."
Verse 7
[Sample: "Asking himself,
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even before the curtain goes up, what am I?
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I am now 80 years old, and more,
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B
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and I am determined to find precisely
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what I am, what I amount to. They tell
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me I am everything, they flatter
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me everyday, of my life. I am now going
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to subject myself to a rigorous
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test in order to find out really what I am.
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I don't care about? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me,
as such, but I must
find out what I am before I die."]
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