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at my watch it's about that time To ascend with art of Zen another rhyme Manifested in the miracle MC-in' Leading to a revolution solution is
The mind as it make no debate When I regulate, all the gens will 'Cause we cut and slice irrelevance to the And decapitate rappers that Al Capone
Or Jimmy not a hip-hop poppa Just a vigilante with the mic I shot ya Chopped up, 'em and we proceeded to rock tha Bells movin' well, so we got 'em hopped up
Trained, raw, like Big Kane Plus I'm born on the same day as Kurt Rap Nirvana, call me the piranha Without the drama,
Don't get this wrong, this revolution Hoping the can blow your way for once A man is truly when confident That's why we're all waiting here so long
Astrologically, I'm the and the fish a wish, now I'm stone-cold lyrical catalyst I don't eat fish, or hamburger But I eat 40 emcees on a hot
great, magnificent and munificent This is militant, in particular To the people, masses, lower Making the hardest of hard and flaccid
Contaminants with laminate sheet Unoriginal thoughts that's why we adamant Which we perceive to alter the Making time wait, us up for hostage
I it, somewhere back in '96 When it's safe I'll play the game, I'm in the mix With a bag of magic and pixie dust Love hip-hop, pray it never into lust, take it out
Don't get this wrong, this revolution Hoping the wind can your way for once A man is truly dead when That's why all still waiting here so long
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Don't get this wrong, this revolution the wind can blow your way for once A man is truly dead when That's why we're all still here so long
Commandante, come home Commandante, come home Commandante, come home That's why we're all still here so long