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you say hip-hop's sick, i start crying
it's hard to see your bestfriend sick and dying

so i'm trying to bring it back,
bring it back, bring it back.


[verse 1]
like a dj, i hope i blow your mind like a bj
if i don't do it overnight, gimme 3 days

like labor day weekend
i've achieved what a lot are seeking
to me, living is synonymous to dreaming

and my eyes wide open,
but when i try to explain it i start choking.


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[verse 2]

like an emcee,
my notebook is never empty
lyrics plenty, clear as 20/20

and every single bar i write is so funny,
who is like me? umm.. nobody.
no money is what i got,

but it's all good cause you know i still flow hot
a robot, is maybe what i am
cause i'm doin things no other human can.


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[verse 3]
like an old school vinyl,
every once and a while

my flows so dope even my foes smile
and i know that its wild
how i flow like the nile

and i owe it to the fact that i've been known to freestyle
in my head. meanwhile, my hand stays writing
man i find it so exciting

and i know it seems quite frightening,
but open up your eyes and i guarantee you'll like it.


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