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Just Let Me Be
03:54
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I'm in my own, so don't
Bother me when I'm in my zone
Just let me be, so can't you see
All this politicking's got me crazy
Intricate plots, inconsiderate shots this
Syndicate knocks in back alleys and lots
Like hot cali blocks u can stop how he walks
Only got a 6 shooter well look... there's 6 cops we
Midnight marauders packing a wallop
Cooking these half way crooks like some scallops
No u cant stop it im clockin your profits
Like i put lowjack on your watches and wallets
I'm in my own, so don't
Bother me when I'm in my zone
Just let me be, so can't you see
All this politicking's got me crazy
Oooo I can't see
Ooo and I can't breathe
You got me runnin' around
Locked up, buckled down
Why can you just let me be?
Life is full of trial and tribulation
Those on top love to hide information
Hold you down, stop you from rising
Building skyscrapers to block the horizon
Money is control, power is progressive
The 2 are not related
Knowledge is the message
I have a confession of what I've done lately
And when my story's told I hope that you don't hate me
Oooo I can't see
Ooo and I can't breathe
You got me runnin' around
Locked up, buckled down
Why can you just let me be?
Movin to a better space, hold steel like beretta case
Work with mercs. No slave to the cheddar chase
Slash the act. Cashback for these heavyweights
Underground sound make u levitate
I'm in my own, so don't
Bother me when I'm in my zone
Just let me be, so can't you see
All this politicking's got me crazy
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2. |
Got the Game in Check
04:03
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Verse 1
Dead in the head space, lost in the space time
feelin kinda spaced out pass me the grape vine
they say I’m a head case, case is in question
rollin with the ace out now toss a suggestion
mental with abilities, physically I kill MCs
I'll shape ya' fate with this digital geometry
11 astrologically, visible anomaly
backwoods Buddha roll, the only thing that’s calmin me
sickin em' like Socrates, we mockin these atrocities
Tross and bebop stoppin hiphop hipocracies
and you know its possibly the illest since Monopoly
but you gettin toppled if you walkin on my property
money got em' clockin these abstract philosophies
rappers makin copies while we lost among the poppyseeds
lumberjackin' choppin trees, fishin for the mission
this competition fake like Apollo space missions
Chorus
Please believe me, it's never easy
My body pixelated, fit into Ninento Wii
Grab the controller, I got my mission set
(A/B/Start/Select) Now we got the game in check
Verse 2
My 6th sense is tingling, I’m seeing 3rd kinds
with my 3rd eye, seein through absurd lies
its philosophical, illusions of the tropical
flyer than a cockatoo, rockin when I’m droppin dudes
peepin with my opticles, yea we got a lot to pull
but it’s too heavy, try steady, a dry levy…
fire breathin who rides with heathens
high flyin, sky fryin, cookin up entire legions
Verse 3
Speedin down the straight-away pedal to the metal
boilin hot with the rhymes like a tea kettle
confidential information transferred to the station
preparation close my eyes, embrace the invocation
rhythmic, apocalyptic, cataclysmic when I spit it
talkin shit throw a fit, smashin on all critics
fit this on my hit list of those I slay vicious
labeled as a daily chore like washin the dishes
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3. |
Babel On
04:26
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Chorus 1 & 2
Sky’s the limit, towers fall
Brick by brick we build this wall
For all we are and what we dream
Until the end we’ll babel on
Chorus 3
Sky’s the limit, towers fall
Brick by brick tear down this wall
For all we are and what we dream
Let’s start again and battle on
Down the wall, down the wall
Make it, make it, make it fall
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4. |
One Roar
03:53
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Hit it when I spit it cause I get it on the one
Dip it when I rip it now we got em on the run
Kick it to the wicked while the hand on the gun
I can stand on the sun, flash cam's when I'm done
Tross is back upon the track we all up in the mixture
Rollin up to pistol Pete's I'm fiendin for a fixture
Freeze frame fresh flippin flocks like flippers
Fast forgotten if you fuckin with the fissure
As the smoke rises before my eyes
And clouds my vision so I can't see the lies
The worlds plugged in, followin false prophets
6 feet deep livin life from a coffin
It's one roar to give a lion meaning
It's one trip to see a higher being
Expensive, D like branch out collective
Underground expressive, hot rhyme excessive
True blessed it, yeah u guessed it, pick up a mop and broom for when the mess hit
Range rover, worst ain't over
We piña coladas sittin on u coasters
Scorpion sting song to y'all get closer
No holsters, the people takin over
Hit it when I spit it cause I get it on the one
Dip it when I rip it now we got em on the run
Kick it to the wicked while the hand on the gun
I can stand on the sun, flash cam's when I'm done
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Little little awful things,
I wonder why wonderful ain't me
No, noone had no idea
How I completely disappear...
Something like a hopeful lover, waiting in a motel room
Fall asleep with open bottles in the late afternoon
I said how'd you like touching my body as I see you...touching them strings!
I always fancied myself a lover of the finer things.
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