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I focus on the void and I it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and up So listeners up your ears, it's your hero From here on a heroin high, I give off Live off my lie and my They itchin' for a new here's the calamine And I refuse to camoflauge with guys You see my mind is amused of they noddin' I so got 'em, as of hip-hop 'cause, when I talk they just watch I 'em feel it, the feelin's' unfamiliar A of your adrenaline you can pick up a buildin' You can become a killer, if properly The first one's free, next time I'll be ya
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Don't let the pain I swear my will provide as a painkiller A painkiller, a 16 of Just let it Joe That lil' that you feel, feel good don't it? sit back and relax and take it easy And let the play Close your eyes, whoever Pay me no mind, I put in y'all's Riddle them with Ritalin, deficit Niggas start listenin', and what I'm givin' The drug that brain need niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me And I invened but the IV of me And ignorance was drug of choice but OD'd alone leave 'em I am the sole The soul that the OG's still believe in And if you not keep on promotin' them I breathe life in the game, they are They provokin' suicide but as as signed I drew designs for minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all gotta wait long The has arrived just be patient Please,
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See, they say one has to know the past to in the present. So I, bask in the weather while the presence of these laggers me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, is my risin' up. So you can ask Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know that? ", ironically I'm askin' you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription.