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I'm a hard rock rolla with guitar slap feedback
bar talk geez rap, scratch being that beat back
blast it, rattling the rafters with the reverb
language so dense that you potentially can see words
not to mention the combustion of the green herbs
which ain't nothin' new, you heard how we do in P-burgh
blood thick as two brothers from Manchester
born to live the dream, so they started a band together
fuckin' rock stars, cocky as they make 'em
the hardest way to stardom is to start it in your basement
a check ain't the only way of payment if you live it,
so nuff respect given to the pure scientific
a work ethic and hunger is better than nepotism
any hustle can snatch the money, I'm in it for depth and wisdom
uspeakable, methods that's unteachable
checking the outer edges that they said were unreachable
leaking from the head with words that pour blessed
check Rakim, Red, KRS ignore the rest
lock in, aim, fire flames that scorch hot
see I'ma still drop whether I perform or not
went from hip-hop to rock, around '98 or so
the tick-tock didn't stop, I just played 'em both
Dan, on the other hand, traded his tape collection
we weren't roomates yet, or I wouldn't have let him,
but I got a lot of musical knowledge from that dude
one of two other brothers with a 624 tattoo
Once it all comes crumbling to pieces
some will start to rot and some will try to see Jesus
some will join collective thought and further the progression
the world ain't ending til we learn some better lessons
cuz I've had it with pretending assimilation is cool
I'ma sabotage your water cooler, piss in your pool
start a counter-culture following but never sweat control
give it up to the gods of sex, drugs & rock-n-roll
the devil's got ahold of my ankle, I can't let it slow me
"where the safe? show me, homie"
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