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Poetic What goes around, comes
Stop, look, listen, Play with fire and get burned You think you want some but you want none A fight on the mic, you want one
I the heat on, proceed to beat on Any soft sap who think gone Na, come in my realm when I'm at the Nightmare's a joke I'm on Elm
Street, sleep but you dream Awaken, achin', takin' Now tryin' to O.D. 'Cause you don't none of Moe Dee
Pain relievers relieve ya Suicide do it either Even after I you reincarnate you
Bring you back for another Just to put you back in the Over and over is it over, it ends
When I die but I won't die, try Rhyme forever, huh, why I Crush tries to crush this Hurt the truth, poetic justice
Poetic
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This is a flurry, a of fury A rhyme so fast it has to blurry Your vision, wink, blink or stop to think Or you might the next rhyme, ink
from the brain to the pen And comes alive the thought transcends From the pen to the paper and to tape And a to wax and back to the tape
Another hit which you can't get A react, but a nitwit Can't relate, he can't hold the The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps
The need a double dose 'Cause Moe Dee don't rhyme like most Simplified or out of the norm But I simplify as I'm to
Records for the pop [unverified] The pop jocks, play this In an intent to rap back They stop the hard and play the
They play the weak 'cause the weak speak But just makes a fan go seek A station they know will bust this Poetic (Who's on the radio)
Justice
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Poetic, phonetic, genetic, You it Those who chose to oppose are And can't grow afros
As the flows, the spirit grows But only those with a pure soul The relevance of the beat of the And it's comin' from
For those of you who just listen Here's the second you're missin' like Noah, had you swimmin' Rap's the of an endin'
Of an era, a reign of Over like a nova, ever Try to the lie The truth won't die and why I
A versatile child of the with a ghetto style and meanwhile The I relate to the youth Is souls can feel the truth
The poisoned souls have to stop it But just it 'cause hip-hop is From our roots and you can't touch is our ancestors' poetic justice
Poetic
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