To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize
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With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine
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I design like a composer
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Blow you like a soldier
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Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure
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Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater
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MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
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Crimes I design remove stress
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Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep
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My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
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If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me
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Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies
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Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy
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I got to be laid back, empower property
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Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
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Quite possibly I might even chop a ki
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'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me
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Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me
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See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey
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So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines
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sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines
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There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me
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Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
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(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic
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I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,
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Dimes leave keys to they apartment
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I snipe mc's like a marksman
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Heat of a arson
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And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic
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Seize like the narcsters
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When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils
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You seek enlightment you can be my disciple
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Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo
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Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
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I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles
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Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
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A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
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Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh
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My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow
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My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted
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Every housin' projects I've repped the realness
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Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers
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I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days
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I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved
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Like a gemstar inside a plate
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I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day
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If Crime don't pay
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My currency's defined off the rhymes I say
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I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination
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I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
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My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason
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'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
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I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze
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Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease
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(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just
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Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
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mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
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mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)
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Therapy
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Cormega |