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Music
Our entire system of values
Of the things we accept to be true
Is based on the visual sounds
You have
[K-OS]
Positivity, that's my man
And to the one Godzillah, understands
The deep, Cole got the beat
And to the one that fit, is for the street
(K-OS)
Positivity, that's my man
And to the one Godzillah, understands
The deep, Cole got the beat
And to the one that fit, is for the street
hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C.
that later on we'd be bonin
Fat
the people abreast 
Now you've been branded

[Chorus]

Higher science and I'm changing the crime in, 
Watch my son 'cause you'd be fucking wit the child
darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown
darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown
Why?

Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden
That's
of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they
can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs
"K", that's for killa,
Nigga, for my scrilla. Musical guerilla sellin' records by the milla.
That's platinum, now nigga read my walls and lick my balls
lickin' shots off 

You b****es is gone I'm dropped in the club 
And I'm tryna run and get my motherf***in' gun 
(N**** what about your wife) 
N****
little rodents 
Are eaten up by cats 
We're subject to experiments 
Like laboratory 
Rats I've dropped a teacup 
How easily they break 
I'm on my
hot, we got choppers on the spot
Watched off rooftops, from WAY up the block
My niggaz be like, "FUCK the cops!"
And face the consequences
Risk bein
'I'm now.

Don't make me wait-wait, because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and I'ma catch
be too late, the punk might escape 
And buck while, and in fact, bite my style 
And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial. 

It's my thing
a dope fiends best friend
So call me the richmond nino brown
Cause dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope
copy-written seeds
Now ask yourself how can we be free
When the water that we drink is owned by some company

[Metty the Dertmerchant]
I hear the weap
females be feedin' off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it
Temporarily, though it don't worry me
The wise verbally
squeezed through the back door and made my escape 
I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late 

[Chorus] 

(Nigga I been tryna call you all day
squeezed through the back door and made my escape 
I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late 

[Chorus] 

(Nigga I been tryna call you all day
Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck 'cause feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
Heads are clockin',
the abstract mind of a hip hop super nerd, 
As long as the truth is heard, 
The truth must be spoken, 
My youth has been smokin' and drankin', 
drankin'
the abstract mind of a hip hop super nerd, 
As long as the truth is heard, 
The truth must be spoken, 
My youth has been smokin' and drankin', 
drankin'
be feedin off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it
Temporarily, though it don't worry me
The wise verbally