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It's rainy day tears and I feel pain
I can't warm my hands
I want to leave this place
Autumn in my soul i watch the leaves fall
Senses fade away
I represent by the New School
How about you bring the beat back
Ngath anyek'qed.
They used to say we here to make no sense
Till I caught them
everything is reflection
As I make my way through this labyrinth
And my sense of direction
Is lost like the sound of my steps
Is lost like the sound of my
you
It's because you, you're breathing down my neck
This doesn't sound like wind
This doesn't sound like music neither
If that is where we're going
I'd
now become
A slave to devices
Who's charm he's succumbed
His bias altered now
From sense to sense
Sound or vision tested which reigns as best
And so he
my music is lost sound
Cause they had us locked down.
They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past
Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
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on social justice
Everyone wants to influence but they ain't no blacksmith
So the Gucci tennis shoes get replaced by the Oceans
Them 13's, you know what I
line
When you hear the aches of past life lovers
As you pass by one another in the street
It's the sound of awakening
A psychotropical symphony
a bronco
Runnin my own show
And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes
And me and Bo got together
Made sense
Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens
Hip hops alive, far from the wits of the watchful eyes
Stars are eclipsed by the common guise
Barred in the bricks like dolomite
Dark in the pits but
time, just trying to get by not fall behind
I'm ah stay on my grind
I'm ah stay on my shine, can mankind leave the senses blind, g-d give me a sign, our
Aye, aye, aye
From the ground up
I'm been working hard got my sound up
Seeing it's a season I'ma mount up
Taking what I can got my rounds up
Aye,
But how it feel
How it feel
Soul music
How it sounds so real
Pray to God still searching for a deal
New school but I don't pop pills
But how it feel
a microphone within my zone
I'm on my throne, and underground king
Bun B with a trill crown like Pimp C
Say what you say by any means I sew seeds
Before
make sense
Ask why I'm so tense?
I'm in the belly of the beast
Knee deep in the trench
Get killed by ya friends
Ain't hard to comprehend
Make a nigga
you can say one rhyme then bury yourself huh!
I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed
With the will to make sense of all this mess
I'm the power
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
you can say one rhyme then bury yourself huh!
I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed
With the will to make sense of all this mess
I'm the power
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
It's been a couple of years since it all ended and
I can't quite see
How it all just went by so fucking fast
Doesn't make sense to me
Yeah uuuh uuh
and fortune, I just wanted them to hear
My thoughts come out the pen and paper, to a song, they sound so clear
It makes more sense to me if I can vent this
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