Lyrics:
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[Chorus: x2]
Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowing
You know? One love to ? coming through your living room soon,
you fuckin up the crib son
You make life look like I don't want to live one
You might as well hold your breath until you die
In a corner somewhere,
they make up
I can tell by the way they fix they face up
Don't be sleeping on me you better wake up
Specify in mastering artificial intelligence
Great
Let's open up the conversation for comments
To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties
Trying to speak to the class
Show up late, cause your girl came early
By all means, get high on us
Supply the dream, my tribe's ready to bust
Tear the seams, we too fat, way up
Leave
Morning is the new late
For night is when we wake
To party in the wake of the
Apocalyptic rakes
Rakin' up leaves until we stay
To fake
Believe we can make
And since theory is never fact I can't believe you at all
You won't hear me until they crack down and squeezing your dog
You won't hear me until they crack
know if my dms are clean, clean
But I don't have no love for a bitch, bitch
So you don't need to worry 'bout this
Can make your mind feel like on pills
to getting by just to live a lie
So I guess I'm an Outkast like Aquemini
Same thing that make you laugh make a man cry
So if I'm laughing at your whack rhymes
should I give a fuck who my shit strickens
Fuck your fucking peace of mind
Fucking suck my fucked-up rhyme
My shit you can't fucking censor
Fuck you if I
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
They do it, send razors through
Spray the kay and make you flip
Only reason I ain't kill your mother
Strength of her daughter
And she cheats everyday
a dub
like the final 4 the madness get us marching to your door
last album was distracted now i'm gone lock in more
Fast foward now i'm here, with these
a minute, starting now
Think of all your sorrow as paper mache guns
I say this cause it makes you feel docile and you put your hands up
And on some days, you
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Can I get 5 minutes? Of your time?
Can I get 5 minutes? To make you mine?
Tell me why they wanna ride my wave
Wanna ride on my wave
They wanna
themselves
A little bit too serious and bro
It’s not that deep
Make it as a rapper, but you
End up playing a character
It start to feel like it’s a
9 to 5
resurrecting my kin
Kinetic aesthetic to win
Edit genetic rebellious I been
Stretching my mind like a limo
Question everything like riddle
Touch it once
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
Letter, the prophesy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days
It's do or die, please stand by
I'm scared that eyes watching me
Can see that I'm cooking up theories
This idea that they brainwashed, this image
My
your for us
To this Chorus
Fire up the mind
You are doing time
While you walk the lines
Manic to your rhymes
Take your meds
Fix your head
Before you
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
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