(Woooooo)
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(Yeah)
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(Turn the music up turn the lights down
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i'm in my zone)
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[Chorus]
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Thank God for grantin me this moment
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of clarity
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This moment of honesty
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The world'll feel my truths
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Through my Hard Knock Life time
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My Gift and The Curse
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I gave you volume after volume
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of my work
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So you can feel my truths
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I built the Dynasty by being one
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of the realest niggas out
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Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
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(Yall can't fill my shoes)
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From my Blueprint beginnings
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To that Black Album endin
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Listen close you hear what i'm about
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Nigga feel my truths
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[Verse One]
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When pop died
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Didn't cry
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Didn't know him that well
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Between him doin Heroine
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And me doin Crack sales
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With that in the egg shell
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Standin at the tabernacle
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Rather the church
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Pratendin to be hurt
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Wouldn't work
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So a smirk was all on my face
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Like damn that mans face was
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just like my face
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So pop I forgive you
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For all the shit that I live through
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It wasn't all your fault
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Homie you got caught
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And to the same game I fault
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That Uncle Ray lost
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My big brothers and so many
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others I saw
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I'm just glad we got to see each other
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Talk and re-meet each other
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Save a place in Heaven
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Til the next time we meet forever
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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The music business hate me
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Cause the industry ain't make me
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Hustlers and boosters embrace me
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And the music I be makin
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I dump down for my audience
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And double my dollars
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They criticize me for it
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Yet they all yell "Holla"
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If skills sold
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Truth be told
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I'd probably be
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Lyricly
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Talib Kweli
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Truthfully
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I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
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(But I did five Mil)
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I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense
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When your sense got that much
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in common
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And you been hustlin since
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Your inception
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Fuck perception
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Go with what makes sense
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Since
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I know what i'm up against
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We as rappers must decide
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what's most impor-tant
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And I can't help the poor
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if i'm one of them
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So I got rich and gave back
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To me that's the win, win
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The next time you see the homie
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and his rims spin
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Just know my mind is workin
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just like them
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(The rims that is)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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My homie Sigel's on a tier
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Where no tears should fall
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Cause he was on the block
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where no squares get off
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See in my inner circle all we do is ball
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Til we all got triangles on our wall
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He ain't just rappin for the platinum
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Yall record
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I recall
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Cause I really been there before
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Four scores and seven years ago
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Prepared to flow
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Prepare for war
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I shall fear no man
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You don't hear me though
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These words ain't just paired to go
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In one ear out the other ear
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NO
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YO
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My balls and my word is alls I have
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What you gonna do to me?
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Nigga scars'll scab
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What you gonna box me homie?
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I can dodge and jab
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Three shots couldn't touch me
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Thank God for that
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I'm strong enough to carry
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Biggie Smalls on my back
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And the whole BK nigga holla back
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[Chorus]
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Moment Of Clarity
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Jon Doe |