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Intro Man There Was This Book I Just Read On The Bu- Well You Know It Was My Dream So I Guess I Wrote It Or Something But Uh Man It Was Bizarre It Was Like Um The Premise For This Whole Book Was That Every Thought You Have Creates It's Own Reality You Know It's Like Every Choice Or Decision You Make The Thing You Choose Not To Do Fractions Off And Becomes Becomes It's Own Reality You Know Just Goes On From There Forever I Mean It's Like Uhh.... Im workin hard every night for my pain to die away It keeps my mind straight so i can always levitate My moneys kept in a place no sweat no trace Making me feel my rhymes need to be placed I feel pressured over being measured with all the gestures I’m always feelin like a hidden treasure Watch my rhymes take over As I tip toe over Into some place like them salad days Then ill, go ahead and hypnotize my issues As i vocalize and oxidize my tissues By Fulfilling my dedication Live televised stations With a big motivation That can jeopardize a nation My biblical lines are getting spilled Spiritual savior with the skills Lyrically known for major kills So tell me what’s your version Submerging in diversion Living estates of aversion Mental crackdown Like a pharaoh that's A psycho Living like a maestro Master of the ghetto Weak minded emcees Who can’t even read And not to be mean But your flows never coming in clean Grasping money from some dummy Spend it all when you funky Respect to an extent But what about my friend? Still short on the rent F**k it right I guess we’ll just hustle hard by the night Since 5 Double 2 One Nine Nine Nine Hazeus To Represent & Keep It Live One Time Live At The World's Fair This The World Premiere Walking With The Walker Wear Through Walkie Talkie Warfare Only Breaking Bread With The Firmest Of Handshakes Still Get Respect For Tracks Me And My Mans Make Gamble Chips Off The Shoulder Till We Get Our Plan Straight Raised In The Ghetto Singing Songs For Survival Critical Rhyme Writing Till My Single's On A Vinyl Your Sucker Freestyle Couldn't F**k With Me Child I Had It On Lock But Now I Got It On Smash You Can Let Them N***as Know That I Got It In The Bag I've Been There I Done That And I Ain't Going Back Kid Slaved Away In Cla**es Till My Debt Got Redacted Middle Cla** A**ets Pay Taxes While Elites Evade The Bracket Man You Can Find Me Taking Blast Kid The Man Has Crash Landed On Your Planet Then Expanded Master Of The Mic Man The Microphone Bandit From The Motherland With The Upper Hand Capable To Over Stand The Game Needs More Than Fans Yo We Coming Up Next Jersey City Needs Respect In These Days Of Special Effects Selling Us Sex & Flexing Off They Guess We Pay Homage To These Vets By Dusting Off Ca**ettes In Your Stereo Set Yo Zeus'll Catch Wreck Yo Spending Time Clocking Commas N***a You Need A Persona Not Be Dwelling With The Drama Claim The Game Is Trynna Harm Ya I Be Thinking About My Father Who Watches The Roof Over Ma Dukes Man That's How I Got My Roots
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