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[Featuring Common]
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Intro:
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On the southside. Ha gon get down with that get down let me spit
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rounds
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this is how that shit sounds check it out ch'all. Ha.
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It's the metaphysicals some say the score the revolution therefore
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I have come a calm before the storm
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Words are born formed drawn in the brain
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Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
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But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
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Granded I stand with the style that is free
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I'm the Mandela ask Nelson brothers love me
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I lay it lovely I'm ugly bogus on the mic
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I strike like a teacher rappers are line
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Stand in line with they signs tryin' to picket
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They pick it the way I kick it
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Cause with it I'm not wicked cause that's malignant
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I use my figments which is vivid
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And give it to ya baby like love without no limit
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I have no limits no gimmicks no image don't mimick
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I'm finished no minutes to be timid
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Which shit stick should I spit with?
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I'm the nitwit that shit sick I stick with and kick with
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The crew I clique with that's who I sit witha and trip with
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And sip with the buds are lifted and gold digified
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And hit without equipment I've often been depicted
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On the solid when it likwit
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Yo this is shit is for my man Honda
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Interlude
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DJ Honda |