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Atlas
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Hermit and the Recluse
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I have sung storms to sleep I have made the crashing rocks move away from our ship I have been to the end of the world and seen things more terrible, more beautiful than I thought could be Around the Atlas got respect Weight of the world on my shoulders ain't drop it yet Got respect Weight of the world on my shoulders ain't drop it yet The hardest hitters was the father figures Praying you learn from they burn was all scarred with triggers Put knife to that piece of the pie to carve the biggest 'Fore you call a feast, dodge all police charged to get us Many tours locked at war won't be troubled by a witch hunt Calm ones incited to palm jums or fist pump Decided quiet but desire what the rich want Torn steadily, longevity or a quick stunt? Bless you nephew, don't want you doing what I did Get honest earnin' instead of what I was learning in a locked crib Decades dormant then recorded what bothered me My media encyclopedia, they more of a novelty My media encyclopedia, they more of a novelty They say it is a gift of the gods Has the power to heal, bring peace, rid the land of plague and famine Then it would inspire the people, wipe out the years of misrule They would know the gods have not abandoned them I want peace each death left the crew in tears Committed living in these hard bars, I'm doing years Appears they not peers what they doing weak How it's lookin', Brooklyn birth Gods like they do in Crete Respected, because protected the hood when you was sleep My duty, did something daily could've got me in Juvy Did more then allowed of me, proud of me if you knew me It was picked apart by wicked dark, planned the demise Point and bang, didn't join a gang my family was live From birth too down to earth, ain't a fan of disguise To me it's vogue being rogue when the standard is lies Left the field, dressed to kill, nothing I wore peaceful Most these f**ks is ducks, don't let em all geese you Hemorrhaging for the genuine never side with the fake In my end days pray I save more lives than I take I pray I save more lives than I take Listen to what I have to say What I've done is for you Carve a dozen bars harder than the 12 labours By twelve, hated for heaven's sakes for how hell made us Kept pacing and raised basically for my finished lines Pray my father's harvest not bothered for the sins that's mines Got respect Weight of the world on my shoulders ain't drop it yet Around the Atlas got respect Weight of the world on my shoulders ain't drop it yet
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