Key: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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You can't es cape my pandemic vibe which has
me traveling to different continents like a president
spreading my faith built off of providence which
overrides logic and common sense
creating an ambience where
pirates are scared to ponder
cuz I fulminate and escape
just like the
Unabomber
How did he do it?
Remains a mystery,
like where'd they put the body of
Jimmy
F
Hoffa?
Bob
T.
I keep fresh stuff in stock for
them suckers that like to plop
I'm takin' my spot,
you're such a good wisher
I got flows that are wicked like
Hitler
Keep your head bobbin' up and
down like the fader on
Q -Bert's mixer
Ghetto minister
Using phonetics as a formula for
changing ancient scriptures
Into perceptible pictures
Am
Twisters
I don't know, he came in
God's name
Then they walk away,
Will cause one to have
emotional wars like
Ned and
Stacey
In case you haven't heard
anything different lately
Here I am, am, am
Yes, it's me, the
C -H -R -E -S -T -I -A -N
We'll be rockin' for
the love not cheddar
When I start reciting verses,
I've been writing with bloodshot eyes
Dry lips, lint filled pockets
Moved by merely receiving
claps and screams
Of satisfaction from one listening
True
B -Boy's dream,
sweat glistening from spotlights
Beaming down on my body
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Am
Concentration revealed
by facial expression
Culture shown by way of dressing
Attitude come doper in every session
Pressing for the mark where
the mind's in a continuous state
Step inside of the studio and
rock my verse in one take
Tight like a body by
Jake
Y 'all can't know the deal,
who's real, who's fake
So I ain't even got to speak on it,
just do what I do
Entering to the center of the stage
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Am
Mi crophone check, one, two
One, two
How do you like it to sound?
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Am
yo, yo
My style is tight
Like brand new shoes
I keep clicks and cruise
Lookin' out for me like I'm one time
And you're rollin' around
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Am
with tags three months behind
I create formulas like
Einstein
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Am
Bound by time, I had to slow my roll
Anakin
My style haunts haters like a stalker
Laughin' at me,
not understandin'
Waiting for the day you get a rep
Then
BOOM!
It's time for pressure
Knock you out the circle
like a sumo wrestler
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Am
You'll never be fresher,
but your squad has got you hyped
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Am
Thinking you're vital, like
Buster
Douglas, you entered into the ring
And left without your title
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What?
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F
How do you like your hip -hop?
F
Am
underground?
I'm to
I'll
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