| Strong woman I am, one of three players
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| In a pyramid, position on a grid, wise
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| Like an Egyptian. |
| Once again, here I am to claim
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| My crown, manifestly bound to orbit around
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| The outer limits, think of my cipher as infinite
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| Including everything in it, greet each day as
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| A new beginning, opportunity to be and think
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| Different, not comprehending members of the human
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| Race that neglect the facts staring them in the face
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| They choose not to elevate. |
| I was born to
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| Illuminate tracks, added for the phatness of the boom
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| Attack like lightning striking static when I enter the room
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| «Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
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| Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| Yeah, we take it to a higher plane, up there with the rain
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| Clouds and charter planes, up there with Venus
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| Jupiter, and Mercury, move free, nothing
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| Around to slow me down, see? |
| (Can't hold me down) Float like a gypsy
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| Roam like a nomad, homes where I lay mine
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| State to state, plate to plate is how they play us
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| In the midst of chaos, we bring our vibe
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| Multiple rhythms, caught in the prism with lyricism
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| The rest get sizzled, throwed like beef gristle
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| Beats get chiseled (Chiseled), rhymes get sculpted (Sculpted)
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| Put it in their whip and they bump it ‘til the tape pop
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| Poly hip hop, get it together ‘fore our shit drop
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| «Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
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| Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| This
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| Squad of emcees that come in threes like death
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| Now you need to save your freestyle, money, for the breath
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| I stop you where you shop, break you down where you buy your jewels
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| Make you look like fools in front of the people you front to
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| I confront you until you got six minutes of Doug E. Fresh
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| And hunt you and embrace you. |
| It’s a waste the way you waste your money
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| The way you’ll waste your mind. |
| You caught a facial
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| Now you’re reaching for your waistline, but your chances slim as
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| A crackhead’s body frame. |
| I end your game, my pain
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| Expresses itself, bruises, dresses itself. |
| Of course
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| Presence is felt as I swing around the uni-
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| -verse after verse to make you outburst
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| «Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
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| Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it»
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| «You go on and on, on, and on»
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| «Say it» |