| Exposed to you
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| Massaging brains puting across
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| A point of you
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| Let me explain the words of a master
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| Messenger misaha no more marsupials
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| They could be also mammals
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| Enamels peeling
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| Of the ceiling
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| Need new paints to show
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| The many experience
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| Of one individual person
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| To explain a message
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| Fore mannered
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| To fit a whole nation
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| should we disopation
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| Wating for reasonable explanations
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| The government will torment
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| Thier own fucking environment
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| Why lie and hide behind such
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| Trickie metaphors
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| I’ve decide to open mind
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| Is better for your peers
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| And their pores
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| Keep the clear
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| And informed when you perform
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| One receives an obligation
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| Sort of a weight on their shoulders
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| To speak messages
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| Truthful in a positive order
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| Not all eyes but some eyes
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| Just a handful eyes
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| And ears are on me Internet access
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| Press the words on me
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| A little further than i would get
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| On my own two feet
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| So whose to speak the bullshit
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| Over these makeshift tracks
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| Not I called out danned off
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| With a staff full of lightning
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| Still exciting writing scriptures
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| For the grand children
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| I stand a building
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| A skyscraper
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| Take the lives
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| For the wide and made
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| Come later
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| Make my songs of lesser greater
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| Than contestants pagers
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| On MTV killing the mockingbird
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| Still talking words with no message
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| The movement of mouth
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| Motion makeshift
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| Find something to talk about
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| Mental weight lift
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| Message find constant
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| Message don’t rhyme nonsense
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| The essence of learning
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| Turn your tape into a project 2x
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| Some folks just spit it out
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| Really don’t give a fuck
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| Just because it takes me a week
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| For a tapes creation
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| Dosent mean it lacks inserity
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| Or innovation
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| I guess it do sound different
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| Than the last and thats the point
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| Time to blast off this earth
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| Give birth to abstractions of a man
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| Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard
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| Leaving you punks
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| Scared and banned
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| >From this underground tape lash
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| Take my hand
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| Talking about a wack fucker raps
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| Is far from this land
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| I spaned my laps
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| To a grandfather of time
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| As far as i can
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| But time waits for no man
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| Nothings gonna change
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| If me and you dont change
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| Somebodys gonna have two move up Step up to the game
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| Te fiddler’s being played
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| By the pigs
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| and the wolf is hungry
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| Bacons fried
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| Puling the wolves over your eye
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| So we should reach
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| Deep
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| Deep
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| Deep down
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| Extract all the weeds
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| Dont be clowns
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| We can make fullusivly beats now
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| My final verse is this
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| To the crews out there
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| Who really speak
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| Dont dwell all the time
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| All weak emcees
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| Find a time to speak
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| And realitivly leave
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| Information to the hip-hop nation
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| Be patient
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| Our time is now
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| Along with style
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| Were the gracious host
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| Of the new mellenium
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| These tasteless jokes
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| About big dicks and condiminiums
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| Wont amount to shit eccept
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| Maybee comfortable living
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| But path living is fast
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| Taking in these fast times
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| Fast rhymes Making dollars
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| With no messages of sour great
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| Steped on by us
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| Inelectually Stimulated folk
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| With no jokes |