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Yeah yeah, lord, knowledge
Uh huh, eh , lord, eh
Look, look, huh, look

When I relapse to the tempo
When I take time to make it simple
Till its tenfold and eventful
But the man go with a dope stroll
Like a van Gogh but no vanguard
And a vagabond the imagine [?]
Not nonchalant with the orchestras
I orchestrated, not penetrated
And I resonated, and you can't debate it
But I'm feeling great, I'm in a good space
I got a cold song in my system blasting
And my window down, and my mind flowing
And that Marvin Gaye til' I'm comatose
I might overdose on that Sound of Soul
With that simple love that you rather hear
I gotta persevere, I wanna persecute
I, said I do this like its nothing to me
A cooler composer close the curtain
Cursing curving the beat up
Personal peak upon some piece
I plead the people believe
In need of the voice of Etta James
So I can drown out the pain, lord

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
No longer sleeping
I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
I play some music all alone
The tone is passing the time
And I hear these stories and the lyrics
The energy is sublime, Lord - [x2]

I want that magical, mystifying soliloquy
Send me something that's real
If I feel the seal of approval
Boost the truth I'm loose and living
Listening to Frankie Beverly
Amazed the maze(?) I made the flavor
Forsaken this
Shaking Satan
Won't cave in
I came and I claim
That I was exceptional
Paid attention astutely
By soothers smooth as masseuses
I'm ruthless maybe relentless
Lament the lesson they lecture
They lace the lyrics they living
And listen this is by children
That feel alone for an instance
I did I remember playing
Some Makavelli melodically
Bother me and the people around me
Don't seem to care at all
I'm in this by myself
With no one to help or assist
I'm convinced to testing these lives
With the music I'm feeling fine
Now in my mind I reminiscence
I miss the bliss that I had
I remember ripping off the plastic
From 2pacalypse now
You couldn't tell me nothing different
Now I'm not putting it down
I finally found the love of my life
And this message over beats
I beseech the speech that I seek
I sing a song like Sinatra
I'm Johnny Cash
With these stripes on my soldier
The trains are coming
I'm running, huffing
But never stop me because I'm dedicated sacrificing
I'm feeling so elated

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
No longer sleeping
I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
I play some music all alone
The tone is passing the time
And I hear these stories and the lyrics
The energy is sublime
Lord!

I want that music that was real so I could feel it for sure
I realized that they don't even make that shit anymore - [x2]

And I'm just trying to bring it back
To that rap with classic galore
We put some soul inside the sound
So they could feel the allure - [x2]

Look I'm pushing it to the limit
Peter pan on my pen
I picture the perfect procreation
Appropriation of phrases
I phase the fake with the funk
A phase I came to just love
Play a pun to punish them all
With that interlude 'bout the gun
You know:

Packing the mac in the back of the Ac' [x2]
Give them the rub on the lyrical track
I pity the moment I'm bringing them back
I'm lining the mind in a minute a minute
I own it, never tone it, I am alone
In love with the music, I'm putting it first
I've literally been immersed

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind
No longer sleeping
I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes
I play some music all alone
The tone is passing the time
And I hear these stories and the lyrics
The energy is sublime Lord

Eh! Knowledge! Nigga!
Uh huh huh, eh, eh

"Groovin in my heart, and soul..."

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