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verse one:I break boundaries like jawbones in barfightmake rhymes like these 'n call 'em the raw typemy ballpoint is like a sunbeam in dark nightpoetry's da best tranquilizer for a hard lifethe older my age, the deeper my frasethe more unique are the ways I'm statin my casefeelin the fase to come in my life
I try to embrace the future with a smile on my facebut at the same time, a serious frowncos uncertain is the unseen and days that remainmight contain unbearable burdens for the brainbut my mind is fitmy spirit clean, my wit is keen, I don't dreamof a time-machine to beam me furtherrather observe the world, learn 'n search the verbsthat makes ya say: Damn, touch
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Africanos is unstoppable everybody gettin jealous cos we start clockin dough microphone checkin ace duece, what it is get the money, get the juice, take care of ya bizzverse two:keep ya eyes dry as the desert
I can see clearly now, mentaly change skin like a lizarddesert town 'n turn to an oasisof words 'n sounds, excursion of an escapistlet my right hand dance the tango, dance the salsadance the merengue with a stylo
I'm on a plateau where very few goon a par with Claus Hugo, rappers play in my shadowfor ever clever thoughts sharp as clawsto snatch all the cash 'n a couple a chateaus at the seashorenever retire so I can be morethan just a flame in the firewell aware twenty-five explode 'n explorebut nobody wanna open the doorso I just take care of myselfno business like showbusiness I want it alland never fall, neverchorus (1x
àverse three:not quit the type to sit back 'n smokereality bites but I bit back 'n brokebarriers of pain, new ground, beats 'n jawbonesonly a handfull a domes can grip my raw poems
I don't change when I writefakers get slayed like beaststhrow flavors on mics, Medeteranean typecountin sheep soon cash, shapin raps that's dangerous likestrangers in the nightsons of immigrants is allways in for breakin a face in a fightbut when I stay home I see my brains growseeds of poetrees releave the ceasless pain in my lifebelieve this rhyme equals recreation of feelingsdreams of Arabian Nights leave me sleepless
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