[Verse 1:]
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This is for my people that miss me, I know you needed this
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Every single stroke could append is a stroke of genius
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Other than my cd, you ain't heard a flow as deep as this
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Every verse should be treated like the mona lisa is
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And yeah you might have the upper hand, if we're speaking dough
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And yeah I understand that you get "G" for shows
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But all you've ever done is boast, with your feeble flow
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My music's touch more peoples souls than I could even know
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My whole heart, that's what I give to my fans
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A listener's tear is worth more than a mil in my hand
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All you talk about is flipping grams and triggers that bang
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Me, I consider lyricism, a privilege fam
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When it comes to putting words together it's certain that I'm better
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Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
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So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
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Lowkey, Double P, Yours Truly
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(I feel, so hear)
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[Verse 2:]
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This is for those praying through hell, till they're in paradise
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I cry blood for the children of palestine
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My life's left me so emotionally paralyzed
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I couldn't even cry in a funeral where my nana died
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My words are swords, have served their cause like a samurai
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Cameras spy on the average guy weaving through traffic lights
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These are savage times, expand your mind and analyze
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Don't glamorize the gangsta life, like these other rappers might
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Haters stay around me like, satellites orbit
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You don't want to see the pair of guys I strategize war with
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Peoples army work it, you batty guys forfeit
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Not jamaican but I'm eating aki like swordfish
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When it comes to putting words together it's certain that I'm better
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Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
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So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
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Lowkey, people's army, yours truly
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(I feel, So hear)
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[Verse 3:]
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I told the world about my issues and the things I went through
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In this game it's undeniable I'm influential
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The strength of my mental, is making other spitters tremble
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All I needs a piece of paper, a pencil, and instrumental
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I didn't settle till I took it to a different level
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Gripping metal and flipping pebbles, you sided with the devil
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I see you flossing in your video that looks a rental
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That little bezel around your neck don't make you flippin' special
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I'm quite high when I am writing my rhymes
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Like I am mike tyson on a fight night in his prime
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I'm like einstein, got it all precise in my mind
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With the mic I'm like? most violent times
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When it comes to putting words together it's certain that I'm better
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Every verse you heard is like a personal letter
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So when I die, my fans can say they all knew me
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Lowkey, Mongrel, Tours Truly
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Dear Listener
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Lowkey |