Tonalité : G minor•
Intro 1
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Chorus 1
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It's the message in the song
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that makes you rock on
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Some people go to places
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where they don't belong
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Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
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But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
Verse 1
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I take action the minute
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that the crowd gets hype
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I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite
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I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
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Destroying MC's dreams,
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from words to whole pages
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Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
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With their fictional fairytales
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and frail ass hooks
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A lot of shit has happened,
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since I started rappin'
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There's been enough beef,
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and enough gat clappin'
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There's been mad signs,
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for this brother to heed
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And while some choose greed,
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I choose to plant seeds
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For your mental, spirit and physical temple
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Bob your head to it,
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there's the water you've been lead to it
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Bathe in it,
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a long time you've been cravin' it
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Prance to it,
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use your third eye and glance through it
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Your state of being,
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becoming advanced through it
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While others rhyme
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with no reason I be breezin
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Their mics I seize them,
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then I try em for treason
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I used to always like to hang out
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Now I lounge in the rest
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writin' bombs while tracks bang out
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I know you peeped me in the club then
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But now I'm in your speaker,
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with the voice that you're lovin'
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Chorus 2
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It's the message in the song
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that makes you rock on
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Some people go to places
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where they don't belong
Gm
Dm
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
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Dm
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
Verse 2
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Peace to the young ladies,
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who wanna bone me much
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And peace to my nigga Premier,
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with the golden touch
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I never fall off point,
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like DeNiro in Casino
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Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
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Dig the steelo
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I'm fightin' wars you know
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As in the Jihad,
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most humble, most merciful
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That's because I be God,
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I trog through fogs, puffing logs
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MC's muttering menial madness,
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they get mobbed
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Scarred and barred,
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and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
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You got a fly one bring one,
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or else I come to fling some
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Exquisite exotic exciting type shit
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Enough to make the real heads
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wake up and get hype quick
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I'm type slick,
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known as the God Universal
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Kick rhymes without rehearsal,
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I cross the burnin' sands
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Now I stand here with virtue,
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of course I could hurt you
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Simply with my point of view, and I knew
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That many would come,
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that's why I've chosen
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To cut off pathways,
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and there's no runways or doorways open
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For the jokers who ain't focused
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And all the fake mercenaries get buried
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by the tongue of terrifying fury
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Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
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Hearts and minds,
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shine bright light with insight
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Yeah sense my birthright
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to set up cyphers with power
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Cause mad shit ain't right,
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like punks in the spotlight
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Who can't freestyle,
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sometimes I make my peeps smile
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By sayin' somethin' crazy wild
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Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album
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