Truth so heavy it could rumble the earth
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I dunked paint brush up in a bucket of words
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Ain't Nothing interrupting the urge
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Might cut you worse than unguarded love when it hurts
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Try to hold it in and my muscles will burst
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Do an Incredible Hulk through my shirt
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A verse make an old lady jump up in the church
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Pass a plate around pulling bucks out her purse
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Foremost and first my hunger and thirst
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Is not for no blood-stained paper but my love to be heard
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Reap what I sowed in the earth
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Now watch what emerge out a soul that's disturbed
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Leaning on the very last nerve of you scary ass herbs
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Fake thugs and arrogant nerds
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Fuck no homo you a no home owning old grown
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Unsigned chump month behind on your car loan
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You got balls looking down on me
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Or got a mirror on the floor trying to find Ali
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And dressed flyly but so afraid to soar
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You're all dressed up and got no place to go
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And so play a roll there's no hope of living
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More like go broke pretending
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Your whole image is imagined I manage
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Low expectations high standards
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Hip hop is the legacy of the jazz kings
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Kick rocks I'm one of the last standing
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Last thing I do is overstate the obvious
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Mainstream poppiness underground sloppiness
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Dumbed down thuggery and pussy hungry consciousness
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Revolution for sale greedy communist
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Seinfeld rap your show about nothing
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Poetry played it's all about production
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Trying to get placements play like you're famous
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Ain't added greatness to nary a playlist
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Take this bitch take offense
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Or if it don't apply let it fly say amen
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Time's up on y'all posturing imposters
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I don't give a damn if you're starving or copping Oscars
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Out here grinding or floss in your ivory towers
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I don't give a shit about your pants or how you rock em
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I ain't bitter or backpacker or conscious
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Just want y'all the fuck out my ear with that nonsense
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From the office of Ali and Jake and them
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If you feel me raise a hand say amen
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Say Amen
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Brother Ali |