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    VERSE I
    No mistako
    Not just some whacko from Waco
    Crazy ill plead insanity
    Just to save humanity
    Be good like no Johnny
    Never liked no Guliani
    Cause they never could stop me
    Not their imaginary Rocky
    Get me then acquit me attack me
    What a shock to Pataki
    Here here watch a brother
    Duck the chair
    I fear only the one
    Upstairs who got no
    I’m not part of the click
    It’s whatcha see is whatcha get
    My realitites personal
    Many times rhymes forget
    Some ain’t heavy like others
    But they still be my brothers
    Disgusted at the
    Other folk laughin at us
    Wit the ashes to ashes
    The bluntz to the bluntz
    A chip off the (can’t read this line chuck)**
    And get the word in
    Maybe that’s why a brother like me
    Shoulders the burden
    I smells between the white sheets
    A hell of a beast
    In the back lurkin
    Don’t front step to the circle

    VERSE II
    Spending more time in the air than
    A flight attendant
    The rhyme got winded on the way up
    On what I thought was a lay up
    These two cent criticizers don’t
    Realize we all under a microscope
    Of a nation of other folk
    So all this nigga callin is we fallin
    Attitude have we forgotten
    Entertaining is todays way of picken cotton
    So that the younger bees and gees
    Think all we can bees is a big dreamer
    In order to get a Benz or a beemer
    Some stuck in that 96
    Lexus per minute shit
    It’s that same’ol story that bores me
    Ignores me
    My metaphors be over
    That head of even heads
    To some I’m prophetic
    To the rest I’m pathetic
    Led a movement of mentals
    Against the feds and point spread
    On beats madd noize and funky instrumentals
    There once was a time
    We fought the power with a rhyme
    Now the attitude goin round
    No use tryin

    VERSE III
    Got more hits than Pete Rose
    Had for the Reds
    Now they be on anything Deion
    Intercepts
    Except I’m in a zone now getin wreck
    I get around
    Can I get down like Craig Mack
    How can I get down
    Back like sock’em robots who
    Forget it was him
    Who parlayed
    The styles of KRS & Rakim
    And brought it to a different level
    Against the so called devil
    Who had the nerve to throw a bell curve
    And test me, arrest me
    Lemme go let I grow no
    I’ve been thru the afro
    It’s been a long time so my childhoods
    Retro
    Unlike today
    As we be watchin us pay
    The price that bugs me know’n that God
    Don’t like ugly
    Got a free pair of lugz
    To run quicker from the slugz
    But slipped from the madd dirt
    That was swept under the rug
    A lil’down, but not out
    Not what you thought it was
    Peace no beefs, I getz love

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