Lyrics:
mind and maybe
Make some type of crazy shit you'll never find
Until you synthesize some greater matter
That could be advertised
Once ensnared by its
thinking you don't use your mind
But instead of doing something wrong you got to do it right
Come correct by clearing waters, spit this vibe from the mind
My
life
Aiming high but I gotta strive
For this life I've got supplies
Break the rules and break the ties
It's your time to make your mind
In the end just
can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if
It's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up
What they consume like a DJ
Lichtenstein
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
'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
into trying to convince you
Wonder where we would be now if I had agreed with your
Theory of consciousness
All your thoughts on the
Stock market
grow up and be more than
Everyone else in my past, by just recordin', (mm) yeah
I wanna grow to be affordin'
Money enough to make songs feels so
ain't nobody ever know
The truth can be whatever the fuck
Hold up (Whoa)
When I'm going coast to coast
It's so much going through my mind
I'm getting all
bellicose I need for life
Yeah, it's seven twenty seven and you all up on my mind
Baby the feeling is blithe knowin' I'm yours
Looking back never would've
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
flowing
[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,
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
Although lesson got learned
It doesn't mean that the tables have turned
Being one-eyed among the blind
Can make it easier to find
An escape from your
Daily
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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