V1
SWEET SHITE, NOT THE TYPE OF HYPOCRITE
NOT TO LIVE THE WORDS I WRITE
THAT I SIT BACK AND RECITE
RETROSPECTIVELY AT NIGHT
MEDITATE TO BREACH THE LIGHT
AND WAS SPEAKING OF THE LIGHT
MENTALLY I GRIP MY SWORD AND TAKE FLIGHT
MENTALLY MY SWORD’S MY MIC
SPIT MY HEART THROUGH THIS DEVICE
IT CAN WEAR YOU DOWN LIKE WATER
ONLY IF YOU SAY IT TWICE
IT CAN WEAR YOU DOWN LIKE WATER
DUE TO MIGHTY STONE PRESSURIZED
BREAKING BONES, CUTTING THROUGH YOUR PLATED DOMES
SPILLING IN CREATIVE TONES
ONLY IN A CERTAIN TONE
I THINK YOU BETTA PICK IT UP
IT SOUNDED LIKE A CELL PHONE

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MY MIND IS WORKING ON A CERTAIN SITUATION
AT A CERTAIN SITUATION, GOT ME WAITING
AND I FEEL I’M FADING REAL FAST (X4)

V2
SOMETIMES I FEEL THAT I’M PHATT,
BUT I’M REAL CONTENT WITH IT
PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS WITH THAT
‘CAUSE THEY’RE DYING TO BE THIN
DIET THROUGH DELUTED MINDS
MOUNTAINS YOU REFUSED TO CLIMB
I LEAP OVER LIKE A CANDLE
MADE OF THE SURREAL SUBLIME
PHYSICAL PIMP ALONE
MENTALLY YOU’RE JUST A HOE
EVEN THE WAY YOU ASK TO GET IN CIRCLES
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW
NOBODY TOLD YOU, YOU WAS FINE
THAT CRACKED YOUR SELF ESTEEM
NOW YOU CHASING ANYBODY WHO BE
HOLDING OUT A DREAM
SO IT SEEMS, YOU AND ME
VIEW THE WORLD FROM DIFFERENT ANGLES
I’M A TIGER RUNNING FREE YOU JUST A
CAT, GETTING STRANGLED
MAN-HANDLED AND MANGLED BY THE MACHINE
THAT COLD WRANGLED YOU
THOUGHT TO BE UNBREAKABLE
BUT PROVED YOU WASN’T SHATTERPROOF

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V3
NOW THAT 2000’S HAVE PASSED
PEOPLE SEEMED TO BE RELAXED
SETTLED IN THE NEW MILLENIUM
NOW FOCUSED ON THE PAST
FUTURE MINDS MADE OF GLASS
(IS IT THAT GOOD?) I ASKED
EVERYONE ENGOLFED IN WHAT THEIR DOIN’
SEEMS TO ANSWER YES
NOW I’M FEELING OUTTA PLACE
NOT SPECIFICALLY IN DANGER
THOUGH THESE PEOPLE SEEM STRANGE
EVEN THOUGH I’M NOT A STRANGER
TO RECONFIGURE MINDSETS
LIKE NOKIA HANDSETS
500 CHANNELS STILL WITH NOTHING
GOOD TO PUT ON?
MY MEDITATIVE MASKS
SO MY MENTAL TAKES A BATH
3 TONY’S TOLD ME IT WOULD FEEL GOOD
NO NEED TO ASK
IN FACT, STRESS VACATES MY HEAD THROUGH THE
TOUCH OF THE DOUBLE DUTCH
YOU KNOW WHY? SOMETIMES I WORK WAY TOO MUCH

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V4
I AM THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
I ROCK A TUNE THAT HURTS
I TURN THE STARS TO BURST
FAKE EMCEE’S MUST FACE A HURST
OF COURSE I MAKE IT WORSE
CHASING YOU AFTER DEATH AND KICKING ANOTHER VERSE
THEN I DISPERSE
BACK INTO THE ATMOSPHERE TO NOWHERE
YOU BUST SHIT, I DON’T CARE
NEW EMPIRE’S RIGHT HERE
SET YOUR SIGHTS RIGHT THERE
DON’T DARE, TO COMPARE US TO THE REST
ONLY TO THE BEST IN YOUR METROPOLIS
WE KILL YOUR POPULIS, I’M POPULAR ROCKING THIS
IS AS EASY AS A SUNDAY MORNING TRYST YOU FACE THE BLACK FIST
I’M VICIOUS, TREAT THE DIRTY BEE LIKE FOOD
IT’S SO DELICIOUS
ROCK ROCK, THE ILLEST FREESTYLES
I’M SO CAPRICIOUS
I NEVER MEANT TO FUCK YOU UP
CUZ I’M NOT MALICIOUS
GIVING ME FUNNY LOOKS
TO FUNNY HOOKS
YOU’RE SO SUSPICIOUS
STILL YOU DON’T GET THIS
CAN I GET A WITNESS
ROC, THE PREVEYOR OF
LYRICAL FITNESS IN THE NEW MILLENIUM
I’M RIPPIN’ SUCKAS WITH THE QUICKNESS

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