[Bicasso]
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Ooooooooo ...oohhhhhhhh watch out a watch out a watch out
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I can't stop how come? It's no breaks in what?
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This hip-hop say what? No low stakes they high!
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I won't flop but flip cakes and breaks to rip shop and why not?
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Well go head I'm 'bout to that's right no doubt dude
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That's tight why thank you
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I just might replay some true shit
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That type stuff you don't fool with
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I'll call a bluff cuz I knew it
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I'm like psychic when it blew thru the winds who?
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My ancestors whispers answers the questions
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Get twisted, I choose the path less taken
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Less walked on, forsaken, betcha beat breakin'
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Breads we be bakin' but it takes dough though
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So songs we kneed so slow no move fakin'
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This Bicasso the next level
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Penetrated thru the outer crust in a wood shed
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Let go of the baggage on my shoulders, now I feel good
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My neighborhood switched, I'm in the hills now
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But not quite how I planned it,
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This nest ain't my roost I got that hot handed
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I'm bout to shake em, I'm bout to shake em,
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Collect them dividends
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Give me that ten that I'm takin', I'm
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Makin' you wanna look, study the handbook of fresh shit
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I'm blessed with a gift that uplifts and shifts what you think
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What I think sometimes gets missed
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So hold this opinion tight,
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My third eye in flight for third eye sight
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I might live longer and I might breath deeper
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So that I might be stronger
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Best be a believer and a singer of these songs
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[Eligh]
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Where can we be headed, without music in my system
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I'd topple over unbalanced,
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It's a part of me and my talents
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Help to ventilate, lung capacity featherweight,
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Your audacity to judge me by my cover
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A mistake unlike no other.
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Would your brother judge your father
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If he left the family tree?
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Probably, quite simply,
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Put his foot down to the earth.
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Regenerate from the soot
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And put more effort than the first
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Attempt to get some, get right,
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Get closer to the meaning of life
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Without repeating it twice
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I must know ten repeated offenders up in this blender
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A melting pot of letters all marked return to sender
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Embark like a gypsy vendor
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To market the rhymes I render original,
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Remember:
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If you're ever in a spot where
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You feel like you'll never escape
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Like a rock and a hard place,
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Where the dealers got the ace
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Don't about face.
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I'm one to talk
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I've been the one to walk and turn the other cheek
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And some might call that weak
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But there's a time and a place
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And two aces for every one man
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Don't give up on the first, try,
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Be the first guy to take a stand
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Landing feet first is a lesson in its own hand
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In this land I'm a man who's a fan of next levels
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And I'm attacking the central nervous system
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With shocking wisdom
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Unlocking wandering light, reflected in prisms
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Keep the colors vibrant inside the database
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I made a fatter face to fit the mad hatter bass
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That we pack like a weapon with a crack,
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Then we steppin' out the arena
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Gladiator putting up his belt for the title
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If you felt your liability than test the flexibility
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Who's next to rest comfortably,
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Idle hands burn and turn to dust,
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When you learn to trust the music comes naturally
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