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leave, don't go so easy, no
Let that argument turn you on
It's worth it

And these are the lessons learned by lovers
These are the reasons we make love
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Compound, a substance composed
Of two or more elements
Chemically combined
In definite proportions by weight

Mixtures, two
Worth much more to me 
Than you could ever…

The other day I was afraid of being hypnotized, 
By so many people whose dreams won't begin to be
we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got an ounce
than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.

Our destiny in prophecy 
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society 
the poison
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
"Thriller" (boom)
My bass drum is a killer
Packed like a musket, tough to test it
Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
His eyes are big, his
of the interplanetary funk code
Funkin religion, funkin lesson
Key bearers, funkin to the East
Earth bound

[Professor X]
Mmmm
We are messengers, of Ra
Whispering
guillotine see, we be them southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready fo yo lesson
I got
was never going to get us anywhere
What's life but an opportunity
To get somewhere else

And you can beat your drum
You can preach these lessons
the walls and let them know
We could have it all, we could have some hope
This city could be ours by nightfall

Do you hear the war drums beating?
Are
to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus,
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
the art of hip hop
And most of them developed from the snap crackle and pop
The first was the usage of an actual band,
The second was a drum machine made by
travel
May it be paved or unseen
May I be hindered by a thousand stones
Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees

At sudden swallows took upon
this it`s simple
I drop science on the instrumental
I take seven ill drums put `em in a line
And add seven more snares to make it combine
It`ll take
i'm yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
if nobody pays attention at all it's just noise

Rez
they might raise there hands by the two's but
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
immortals to the portals til the book folds
I'm goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dumb
Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum
I'm sittin on my
day
My day off
I'm up early
The early worm gets the big bite by little birdie
The early bird gets gets chased and caught by the cat
Watch your back
At age 13 turned fiend, dreamed nights M.C'ing
Reciting rapper's delight enticed by limelight
Ambitious visions of vinyl 12 inches
Since Yellowman
signed our deal
I was three years young, now I'm five plus some
Write, to the beat of 9th's wonderful drum
Overhung by the snare and the bassline
It's
the house 
And to my brother Faru, turning it out 

Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum 
So it might be right for you, it might not be
were omnipotent 

The crowd was all feelin' it 

If a kid had skills on stage yo he'd reveal it 

But nowadays mad MCs need lessons in stage