| Yeah, you know who it be, yo
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| The kid from the Bean rolling in on the d-lo
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| Some say he got a shot, but it sure ain’t a free-throw
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| But I got sixteen and I’m ready to reload
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| They got my family in the dungeon like Cee Lo
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| I’m trying to break free though
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| And warn all the people 'bout evil
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| Yell it from the top of the steeple
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| I built it from the ground so my sound Home Depot
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| Plus I got Crates and Barrels full of carols
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| In great peril, I aim arrows to break Pharaoh
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| Life’s a bridge and it’s way narrow
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| So play the hand you were dealt, but the cards, yo they ain’t tarot
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| Ain’t no hocus pocus, gotta focus
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| Just like the days of the plagues, but no locusts
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| Between us and G-d, there’s oceans and I know
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| That the Torah’s the boat, so thank G-d for Moses, yo
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| It’s so basic, we all on assignment
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| To elevate minds, divine realignment
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| It’s so basic, we all on assignment
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| To elevate minds, divine realignment
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| It’s so basic, we all on assignment
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| To elevate minds, divine realignment
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| Faith’s only blind if you closing your eyelids
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| To elevate minds, divine realignment
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| Yeah, you know where I be at
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| I big-up the Bean without wearing a «B» hat
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| The Green line D took me back on a «T» track
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| To lift up the scene without fear of the feedback
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| I shake hands with fans, but I don’t need dap
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| I need the truth revealed, but I don’t need rap
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| I need you to fill up, you on «E», man
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| Being how ya being, no estan bien
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| Seeing through the fog, move like a shooting star
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| Know you gotta follow the rules no matter who you are
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| Bounce like a moving car, everybody moving y’all
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| All my people right on, the money ain’t the root of all evil
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| When your yetzer’s cocked diesel, the shock seize you
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| By the collar, don’t even bother to holler «I need you»
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| Impossible, sound the alarm, people
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| To defeat a large demon that’s breathing in all people
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| I watch heads bounce to the beat, don’t just bounce in ya seat
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| I got a hundred thousand pounds of that heat
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| Just to kosher the grubbing, a toast to the coming
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| I koshered the flow like you kosher an oven
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| I’m wholesale, you retail, put on ya seat belt
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| And feel what he felt to step outside and make the street melt
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| Through outreach we teach how the truth’s really in you
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| But deep down, so the freestyle blow the speaks out
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| He spit a little rhyme and riddim with G-d's wisdom
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| But walks with a little bit of «ditty-bop» in him
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| With a high-priest and some Levis, but not denim
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| To the top of the hip-hop charts, so march with him
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| Through the darkness, where the sharks are swimming
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| I rock concerts across from where the Sox are winning
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| Ay yo, regardless, only got a Boston-minute
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| Please y’all do not forget it, ay yo |