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Flyweight
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IP:
Do you really think it’s progression,
for everyone in this profession,
to move in the same direction?
Should I too, do as others do,
to please the likes of you?
Fuck that. I attack, and counteract, the lack, of real fact,
like what put us back, in the state of Iraq.
And you doubtless didn’t notice that us is also U.S.
That’s why hidden motives will still put us in duress.
I bring my own style, and all the while,
have to hear you revile,
things you don’t understand.
Cause you won’t raise your hand,
and try to question me for knowledge.
The first lesson you learn at college,
is you must ask before you can learn.
And then how fast you’ll start to burn,
with the fire, of unquenchable desire,
to reach ever higher,
until they place you on your bier,
and praise your face from the choir.
But to make your mark you have to stand out.
Your mind is so dark you can’t see what I’m about.
I’m on a higher plane.
How could I ever explain,
my psyche in a comprehensible way to you.
It’s like tai chi - the way I accomplish this coup.
I’m taking over rap in an inventive subtle fashion, -
ensuring I destroy the crap with the fire of my passion.
Alright Freeman - we might have got off on the wrong note.
But I de-mand - that you don’t scoff at the lyrics I wrote, -
within reason of course.
I see no need for wars.
I’m offering my hand - don’t spurn it.
Or as I stand I’ll prove I’m learn-ed.
Don’t force the issue - just give me peace.
I don’t wan’na diss you. Let the quarrel cease.
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