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Never understand People ask for god, 'till the day he comes. See God's face turn around and run. God sees the face of a man. Shaking his head, says "he'll never understand". People ask for god
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, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son. M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son. You don't want no more son? That's when more come. And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done. Ladies
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, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son. M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son. You don't want no more son? That's when more come. And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done. Ladies
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. To cook their raw food. Whoa, look at that Got to survive. In this man maniac downpression. Got to survive. In iration They say roots Natty roots. Dread Binghi dread. I and I are the roots Some
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hit the fan, just think. Just think, what? What if you could, just blink, what?. Just blink yourself away?. As I proceed I shall proceed, and continue to rock the mic Malik B get on the mic yo
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get lit like a front of a spliff. For runnin' off at the lips talkin' that nonsense. Raw get on stage, take your confidence. Break you off since powerful defense
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ba-tty ass into fragments, P-5-D. The new testament, mic specialist, what? Yeah. Check it out, yo. Yo yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty. Lyrical click, 100% Dundee Malik B, I
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*. I hit your jaw Dice Raw. Get up on the mic. My young poor I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on tour. Surely real to the core, old school. Like eighty-four, I'll never die. Raps till my lungs
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smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice. Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic. Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles. Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
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the rap, we keep the flows in check The raw dice rise like a creature from out the swamp. Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk. Who pumps your heart, I made you wanna rhyme from the
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texturized. I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised. Step into my zone get flown like fly. by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
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mighty dread!. Play I on the R&B; want all my people to see. We bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread! Roots, rock, reggae *** a reggae music! Uh-uh!. Roots, rock, reggae, ee-mi duba! *** a
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