| Original master, architect
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| Intel-lect, respect
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| My heart full of splinters
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| Agitating, so frustrating
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| Letting dreams stay as dreams
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| What are you waiting, for?
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| Feel the score, deep in your center
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| Immaculate is the conception enter
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| My dragon ways, for so many days
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| I rode on a ship with a hull full of slaves
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| A foreign land, foreign mind, foreign time
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| A foreign design to keep my people blind
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| I’m, a rebel in a system that don’t give a
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| Where CEO’s feed your death
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| To earn a buck
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| And people get stuck
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| Followin the trends
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| Of a TV generation
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| But where does it end?
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| You can say amen
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| But you really got to feel it
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| Then every time you see a snake
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| You’ll reveal it
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| Seem like everybody trippin'
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| Or is it me, bein normal nowadays
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| It’ll drive you crazy
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| Go to work 9 to 5 everyday, no retreat
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| You got to have a dollar
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| Just to get somethin' to eat
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| It seem like everybody trippin'
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| Or is it I? |
| Crazy lady walkin around
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| Shoutin curses at the sky
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| Instrumentals be the lullaby
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| Rhyme stimulai, now come along
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| And vibe as we praise most eyes
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| You be trippin'
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| Why is you trippin, why is you trippin'?
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| Now in this rap consortium
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| There’s a whole colosium
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| Of fake rap cats
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| Who tax human beings
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| Just a micro-cosm
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| Of a larger macro-problem
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| I sit with my pen and pad
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| Imagine ways to solve 'em
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| You can call me a dreamer
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| But I do not need a Beamer
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| To validate existence
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| I’m blessed in every instance
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| False pretense
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| Is what angers me the most
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| I’m good at counter attacks
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| Don’t try to play me close
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| Don’t toke toast, just roast
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| With my rhythm and give 'em
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| A hundred percent of what i’m livin
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| If it seemed like super ???
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| God must’ve lied
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| When he told me he will die
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| On the road that i fly
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| Keepin' me high
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| Rockin till the day that i die
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| If i told y’all people once
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| Why is you trippin? |
| why is you tripppin?
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| Most of us settle for less
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| Which really ain’t fresh
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| I travel east to west
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| To chart progress
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| I found the common denominator
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| To always be stressed
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| And make me loose my breath
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| To think about the death
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| That happened when we rappin
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| But we just keep clappin
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| I pause for a second
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| Respect to the dead…
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| And let it enter in your head
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| Too many things on my brain
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| In this wicked game
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| TV, fear, pain
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| Will leave you stained
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| Welcome to the other side
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| They said it never rained
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| You’ll never win a game
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| Where the rules always change
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| First a college degree
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| Now a PHD
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| But if you got black skin
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| You need at least about three
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| Combat, in the illest ???
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| Verbally, with the solar energy
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| To let the people be free
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| Because we, are ??? |