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