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Lookin' at my watch it's that time To with this art of Zen another rhyme Manifested in the physical miracle Leading to a solution is seeing
The mind as it make no debate When I regulate, all the gens terminate 'Cause we cut and irrelevance to the bone And decapitate rappers that Al Capone
Or Hoffa not a hip-hop poppa Just a vigilante the mic that I shot ya Chopped up, beat 'em and we proceeded to tha Bells movin' quite well, so we got 'em up
Trained, raw, like Big Daddy I'm born on the same day as Kurt Cobain Rap Nirvana, me the beat piranha Without the drama,
Don't get this wrong, this song Hoping the wind can blow way for once A man is truly dead confident why we're all still waiting here so long
Astrologically, I'm the water and the a wish, now I'm stone-cold lyrical catalyst I eat fish, chicken or hamburger But I eat 40 emcees on a hot
God's great, magnificent and This is militant, in particular To the people, masses, classes Making the hardest of keloidal and flaccid
Contaminants with backstage sheet Unoriginal that's why we stay adamant Which we perceive to the mind-state time wait, holding us up for hostage
I lost it, back in '96 it's safe I'll play the game, I'm back in the mix With a brand-new bag of magic and dust Love hip-hop, it never turns into lust, take it out
Don't get this wrong, revolution song Hoping the can blow your way for once A man is dead when confident That's why we're all waiting here so long
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get this wrong, this revolution song Hoping the can blow your way for once A man is dead when confident why we're all still waiting here so long
Commandante, come home Commandante, back home Commandante, back home That's why we're all still waiting here so