[Hook-Talib Kweli sample x4] "Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty it gotta be done properly" "done properly"
[Verse 1] My patterns is unmatched I leave MC's hunchbacked with one rap Guaranteed no comeback I run laps around 'em, roll like Dunlap tires Made a lot of niggas retire, I be ya highness Sucka MC's might as well call me a sire Just shootin' the breeze Fuck a plane, I take you higher This is rap for my niggas that pack, push packs To the citizens, fakin' no jax and we militant Straight up out the trenches Young black and gifted Slung sacks ridiculous, done that, you kiddin'? 160, but with a pen, I feel brolic I can still knowledge, bang out hits like Phil Collins Duck tail with the Starter cap, way before the rap I was pullin' ho's, kickin' verses off the dome Now I'm movin' up, I can't even front Should be in the pen for all the shit I done did But I'm livin' my life
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Yeah, you are now about the witness the strength of street knowledge Give it to 'em Knowledge increase it, college enroll Captivity, leave it, keep dreamin', goals Power, money, spend it with control God, life, mind, body and soul Reach one, teach one, young to the old History's a mystery and lies were sold Positive reality, luxury homes Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls Royce's, racism, royalty, gold Conflict diamonds, the world is cold Niggas, bitches, freedom, senses CPS infants, the future, the children Addiction, supplements, hustlin', pimpin' Fame, jealousy, pain, redemption Politics, bullshit, ignorant content Conscious nonsense, the mind is complex Progress, the president, the people, the projects Progress, the president, the people, the projects
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[Verse 1] My patterns is unmatched I leave MC's hunchbacked with one rap Guaranteed no comeback I run laps around 'em, roll like Dunlap tires Made a lot of niggas retire, I be ya highness Sucka MC's might as well call me a sire Just shootin' the breeze Fuck a plane, I take you higher This is rap for my niggas that pack, push packs To the citizens, fakin' no jax and we militant Straight up out the trenches Young black and gifted Slung sacks ridiculous, done that, you kiddin'? 160, but with a pen, I feel brolic I can still knowledge, bang out hits like Phil Collins Duck tail with the Starter cap, way before the rap I was pullin' ho's, kickin' verses off the dome Now I'm movin' up, I can't even front Should be in the pen for all the shit I done did But I'm livin' my life
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Yeah, you are now about the witness the strength of street knowledge Give it to 'em Knowledge increase it, college enroll Captivity, leave it, keep dreamin', goals Power, money, spend it with control God, life, mind, body and soul Reach one, teach one, young to the old History's a mystery and lies were sold Positive reality, luxury homes Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls Royce's, racism, royalty, gold Conflict diamonds, the world is cold Niggas, bitches, freedom, senses CPS infants, the future, the children Addiction, supplements, hustlin', pimpin' Fame, jealousy, pain, redemption Politics, bullshit, ignorant content Conscious nonsense, the mind is complex Progress, the president, the people, the projects Progress, the president, the people, the projects
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