| Uhh
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| Yo turn the beat up a little
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| I’mma stand back from the mic a little bit
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| Yo.
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| Life for me’s a flashback when I think back to the past that
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| Enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
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| Dead or in jail if it wasn’t for rap
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| Over federal cell, growin up a young black male
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| My decisions were my own, I’m blessed, and I get fed from a silver spoon
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| It mighta spoiled my goals
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| My debut it came straight from the soul
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| To tell it how I see it no blinder over my control
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| Could have easily adapted to trends, chasin them ends
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| Which is today’s cardinal sin, start of the end
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| Album number two «Jewelz» garnered me praise
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| It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned
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| Now die-hards checkin for me, showin me love
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| When I’m out and about, cars pass, shoutin me out
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| Things get to clickin with vinyl and CD
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| Start movin, change is loomin, time consumin huh?
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| With a slight edge in popularity
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| Comes with a taste of power that can f*** up your head
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| Moved on to my third LP, «Bon Appetit» was a miss
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| Failure — that was the talk of the streets
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| I took it as a slap in the face
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| Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space
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| Always been a anti-n****, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter
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| I made «Starchild» and «Smoke & Mirrors»
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| Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos
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| Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero
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| Take away the music, listen to my acapellas
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| My s*** is art with textures depth and colors in it
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| Love and pain combined with real feelings
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| Highs and lows so vivid it’ll touch your spirit
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| When it’s my time from this world to move on
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| An angellic voice will be heard singin this very song
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| Fan-tas-tic
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| Piece of Architechture
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| Fan-tas-tic
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| Piece of Architechture |