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Just the new tape perfection
switching the election
all about the rhythm inside of the God's selection
a new tape ribbon
so check the incision
we turn it up to 10 hope them people listen again
the echo and the reverb the voice and the curve
feeling like Langston Hughes with a dream deferred
it's all about hitting like we Barry bonds
everybody's talking but we still got to travel on
a wicked plot inside of Babylon
still wanna travel on until my ill sound carries on
amongst the clouds amongst the seas
the landscape the birds and the bees
amongst it all until the rain starts to fall
and hits into ocean becomes recycled y'all
amongst the dirt the fumes and the worms
the situation why people they get they body burned
underneath the hate and the love at the same time
I'm all about the rhythm trying to figure out designs
I love it like these flowers and I love it like these roots
I still want to move to the city though they pollute

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Its soundscapes i hope my people relate
Its soundscapes i hope my people relate
Its soundscapes i hope my people relate
to the joy and the pain and the hurt and the pay
I hope my people relate
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I ain't the illest still trying to figure out what really is
I spent Saturdays listening to what's up with Willis
family ties
a whole bunch of things inside of my design
still keep it sharper
darker than a marker
darker than the belly of Davey Jones locker
darker than triple state darkness at that
I still travel back like a pimp with his wave cap
I love my people inside of a summer stack
I'm all about the DJ and some fat ass wax
all about perfection underneath God's selection
I don't really care about the P’s except perfection
and proper preparation prevents poor performance
and my people move in through the city taken over continents
it's common sense that be making people dense
Thats the reason why we hopping clean over suckers fence
fuck Ben Frank I'm on my own shit
inside my shark tank
swimming with some gills and i hope I got my own take
thicker than the armor of a sherwin tank
I'm all about the rhythm pulling suckers off the ranks
cause I got my own shank sharpened inside of my harness
and darker type of views but I know i’m not a martian just marvin
starving like that burr ass rabbit
they want to move inside this weather but my flow be a magnet
just connecting that positive to the negative
I'd rather kill it one time than ever let the bullshit live
stab it and put the body in a station wagon
draggin niggas across town inside of my own sound
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