| Planet, Earth, was my place of birth
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| Born to be the soul controller of the universe
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| Besides the part of the map I hit first
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| Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
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| The rough gets goin, the goin gets rough
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| When I start flowin, the mic might bust
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| The next state I shake from the power I generate
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| People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
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| Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
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| So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
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| But it seems like I’m locked in hell
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| Lookin over the edge but the R never fell
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| A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip
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| Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
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| Any stage I’m seen on, or mic I fiend on I stand alone and need nothin to lean on Going for self with a long way to go So much to say but I still flow slow
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| I come correct and I won’t look back
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| Cause it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at Even the (ghetto)
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| I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
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| And return through the womb of the world as a thought
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| Thinkin how hard it was to be born
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| Nubian queen with no physical form
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| Millions have settled with one destination
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| To reach the best part, it’s life creation
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| Nine months later, a job well done
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| Make way, cause here I come
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| Since I made it this far, can’t stop now
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| There’s a will and a way and I got the know-how
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| To be, all I can be and more
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| And see, all there is to see before
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| I’m called to go back to the essence
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| It’s a lot to learn so I study my lessons
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| I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
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| I’m glad I listened when my father was rappin to me Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
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| Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
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| Now that’s what I call hard times
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| I’d rather be here to exercise the mind
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| Then I take a thought around the world twice
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| From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
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| Across the desert, that’s hot as the Arabian
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| But they couldn’t cave me in, cause I’m the Asian
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| Reachin for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
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| Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a Mind keeps traveling, I’ll be back after I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
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| Return the thought through the eye of a needle
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| For miles I thought and I just brought the people
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| Under the dark skies, on a dark side
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| Not only there, but right here’s an apartheid
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| So now is the time for us to react
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| Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
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| Understand your third eye seen all of that
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| It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at Even the (ghetto)
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| Even the (ghetto)
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| No more props, I want property, in every borough
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| Nobody’s stoppin me, because I’m thorough
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| Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
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| Wherever I bless a microphone
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| Double-oh-seven is back and relaxing
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| On point and reactin, and ready for action
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| I’m so low key that you might not see me Incognito, and takin it easy
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| Quiet as kept on a hush hush
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| In front of a crowd, I get loud, there’s a bumrush
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| Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
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| Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down
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| So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it Cause when it’s time to build, I’m a mechanic
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| of bondin and mendin, attachin and blendin
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| So many solos, there is no endin
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| People in my neighborhood, they know I’m good
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| From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
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| Footprints remain on stage ever since
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| As I walk the streets, I leave fossils and dents
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| When I had sex, I left my name on necks
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| My trademark was left throughout the projects
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| I used to get rich when I played c-lo
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| When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, We know
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| So I collect my cash then slide
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| I got my back, my gun’s on my side
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| It shouldn’t have to be like that
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| I guess it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at Even the (ghetto)
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| I’m from the (ghetto)
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| Word up, peace |