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If I'm on borrowed time That just means tomorrow’s mine You’ll find the hardest rhyme I've ever spit in the marble mines ...my music you can throw on in a bind Grab the mic i’ll chop it off and claim your arm is mine ....I think I might be a verse addict I thought your kung fu would get better over time but now you're worse at it The purple flame in Urkel’s name I burp sulfur Stop rapping and give me the mic back your turn’s over It’s still Trek I’m hip hop’s version of Data So much ass I get They call me a nerdy Fela Lead the revolution from the front But eat these brownies first, you’ll be high for a month ...first they’ll ignore it, then they’ll say the timing’s off ...then try to bribe but won’t have the money to buy me off It’s not the voice, it’s what you tried to do with it ...They would rather see me rap to pursue riches ...not out on the streets Or trying to help my fellow man not to drown in the sea They say there’s people here that don’t know why That’s fine with me At least while they’re here we can open their eyes I’m trying to see A change of state The kind of change Obama was too afraid to make He was bought off Just to alter California pot laws Even though the major use had dropped off If you do your own thinking it’s not hard If you don’t you might end up peppered sprayed in the backseat of a cop car The end is not far ...still you want to be a rock star Passing hungry people in a hot car I wanna be Rygar Fight for the future from an 8-bit perspective The loss of history is our greatest depression ...i wanna know what part of Africa I come from .they want me to work hard and pay taxes to someone While they tap in to some fund Funnel money into the process that we could use to have them undone
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