Starts at 27 secs.
Know I'm the swift lyrical Gandhi, spit on the corner,
keep it movin trespassing my mind see' it's a crime g,
get's you no where, I'm ignorant? Au contrair,
are you confused by frequency of what's under the hair,
spark again' genius,
feel it in the air like Sinclair in the stairs got rocked by his lair, it wasn't fair.
they was eyin him before he ever even fuckin got there,
40 minutes later all you hearin is helicopters.
so i wear what i see as a shield, cause life's nothing more than wrong right's, turn the wheel.
and strike a deal,
stay real, not dolled up,
fake niggas flop, get crushed then get rolled up,
blown up's the mission, im in tip top condition,
to make surgical incisions makin niggas need physicians
who's world is this? (it's yours)
it's mine, it's mine, it's mine.
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