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Poetic What goes around, comes
Stop, look, listen, Play with fire and you'll get You think you want but you don't want none A on the mic, you don't want one
I the heat on, proceed to beat on Any sap who think he's gone Na, come in my when I'm at the helm a joke when I'm on Elm
Street, but you don't dream Awaken, achin', takin' Now you're to O.D. 'Cause you don't none of Moe Dee
Pain relievers relieve ya Suicide won't do it Even after I you reincarnate you
Bring you for another round Just to put you in the ground and over again When is it over, it
When I die but I die, don't try Rhyme forever, huh, why I Crush whoever tries to crush Hurt like the truth, justice
Poetic
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This is a flurry, a of fury A rhyme so that it has to blurry Your vision, don't wink, blink or to think Or you might the next rhyme, ink
from the brain to the pen And comes when the thought transcends From the pen to the and paper to tape And a tape to wax and back to the
hit which you can't get with A brainiac'll react, but a Can't relate, he hold the weight The rhyme's too and he sleeps awake
The comatose need a dose 'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like Simplified or out of the norm But I simplify as I'm to
Records for the pop playlist The pop jocks, don't this In an to hold rap back They stop the hard and the wack
They play the weak the weak won't speak But just makes a fan go seek A station that know will bust this Poetic (Who's on the radio)
Poetic
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Doing justice to
Poetic, phonetic, genetic, You it who chose to oppose are foes And can't grow afros
As the rhyme flows, the spirit But only those with a soul knows The of the beat of the drum And where it's from
For those of you who don't listen Here's the second you're missin' Just like Noah, had you Rap's the of an endin'
Of an era, a of terror Over like a nova, never Try to the lie The truth won't die and why I
A versatile child of the Speak with a ghetto style and The I relate to the youth Is pure souls can feel the
The poisoned have tried to stop it But just stop it hip-hop is From our roots and you can't this This is our poetic justice
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Doing justice to