[A-Plus]
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We meditate, we meditate to educate
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Educate we meditate to elevate
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[A-Plus]
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Now it's the rhyme ripper fittin' to split ya
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Spine to your liver
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Flash like a line sniffer I'm swifter
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Than Michael Jordan snortin' some speed
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And I'll give ya
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Much more than you need yo fly nigga
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Scorin' the weed sticky green'll make me high quicker
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Twistin' it and mixin' it with Bacardi lime liquor
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Beligerent kickin' it with (tati on?) the time ticker
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You could be a dyin' man with a mic but I'm sicker
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You rhyme wack as I bust like Leon Isaac
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Makin' peons slide back
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That don't be on the right track, we way off
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So now they stay soft like impotence
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But I say naw, I'd rather stay raw
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Magnificent rippin' it
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Givin' it all I can though
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Plus I handle devious scandals
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MISCHIEVOUS COMMANDO!!
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Luchini like Camp Lo
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Wreckin' the beats
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Gettin embassy's executive cheese
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[Phesto Dee]
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I'm the loose cannon aid on deck
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Detonate in a millisec
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Covered in a blackened silloutte
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And still reflects enough light
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To shatter your body like a pinyata
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Bobofet or
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Jim Cata doin' lyrical kapoeta
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The net to netta
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Smokin' purple fibers off the hedges
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Till it's resin
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And pledge allegiance
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To the essence
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Confront Phes rock
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Ever present with hesitance
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My tongue twistin' tornadoes
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Never miss your residence
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You cackling cacophonies
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Me and the mike is holy matrimony
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Tackling your phony flow matrix
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You couldn't absorb or deflect the impact
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With roll cages
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The soul aces
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Take you to that oasis
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[Chorus]
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[A-Plus]
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We meditate to educate
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Make my mind luminous
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Avoid the tricky and the ruth-eless
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Movin' swift
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The juggernaut force
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We maneuver this rap game
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What the bumboclat
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Woman act strange
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And get tipsy off the fat chain,
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Nigga splurgin' at the bar and thinkin' that's game
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Till they get you for your Chevy
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Beamer/Ac/Range
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If you lack
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Lack brains
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The facts
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The facts change
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[Tajai]
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Latch onto my concept
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In the context of conquest
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I capture, your conscience
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Move upon you with logic
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But it's so deep up in ya
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Ain't no way you fittin' to dislodge that
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I mean way up in ya
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Bend your mind like a fender
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How the (bought?) of my new agenda
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My deluge of lewd yet shrewd mental food will wet you
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And your crew
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So eschew from testin' my standard issue
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Let alone the cannons and missles for heavy damage aimed at those
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Grandstanding with petty anti-antics
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Can't match those, handcrafted by my many mechanics
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Who's skills run the gamut who will run the planet
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Any time I exert my will it's outstandin'
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To the point where you gotta hand it or hate and be mad
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It don't matter to me
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Over a bed of fresh beats its style au natural with no additives
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[Opio]
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Even if you brandishing guns and break laws
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I make you let the pistol go and praise God
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A dynamo
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Shinin' on the mike like a quasar
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They can't infiltrate the steel cage brain star
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I'm feelin' blood hounds all on my trail
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Like my lyrics was peruvian candy
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Not a fugitive
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Truly expanding minds with rhymes with the family
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Who be gettin' higher than the Andes
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The way I plant seeds deep in the underground
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Make the thunderous pound to get your heart pumpin'
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Spark up the kryptonite
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People gettin' lit tonite
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Indica-like, to try to simplify try
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Chorus:X2
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[Opio: talking]
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We meditate, to educate, educate
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We meditate, to educate, to educate
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We meditate, meditate to educate
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We meditate, to educate, elevate
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We meditate, to educate, elevate
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We meditate, to educate
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We meditate, to educate
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Make my mind luminous
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Yeah!
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Medication
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Souls of Mischief |