It's all, it's all becoming to clear to me

There appears to be something that you do not know about

Something about this music

Somn', something about this music



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Still young but I'm old

Pursuing the truth in goal

Trying to produce from the soul

Backing me is a force, my greatest resource

So when you ride this rhyme you be the rhyme horse

This rhyme is a compass

Designating the direction of your mind as you want this

The dope beats don't cease

Not for player haters

But the appreciators of what we release

Heavyweights will take a stand and show your flow is nice

They'll pass the mic like Montana would throw to Rice

A prime from the mind to the wickedness

They ride on the dance floor like the Nicholas

Brothers, Tribe Unique discovers

Different ways, visually stimulating displays of movement

Groovy groovy slide, watch me do this step

Let's see if you can vibe to how deep does it get



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Emcees flowing deep and wide, deep and wide

Cali earthquake impact when me and the beat collide

Smack dab, dropping like a Reggie Miller clutch three

Leaving emcees saying "Fuck me"

Ooh, but don't get vulgar just cause I provoked ya

You're all vultures, our music is the prey

We do this every day

You swoop down in your six-four

Bumping ATU through alpines

But please, time's down, dogs up

The Project Blowedians be the first to battle, that's what you call guts

Caps peeled back by verbal weapon

You hear them tracks, feel back, you heard us flexin'

Manifestation, switch the station

To de-program the robots

The ones who Acey calls Knownots

Tell your whole block cause it's the sure shot



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