Released on January 1, 1999

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[Hook] {x2}

I got goals to explore for, love to extend

I got good with the wordplay I got to admit

I got no time for those that wanna smoke me in the end

That's why I even got friends with enemies mixed in


[Verse One]

I got up early with the early birds, whistling in the sunshine

Pondering my day I laid awake until it's lunchtime

Elusive feeds me beats that takes my mind away from appetite

Tripping on a friend that past, pondering the afterlife

Track your raps like satellites that amplify my chatter tight

Moralities that battle right, no one can defend against

The unwritten agenda list you only have so long

So it came within their past life, put it down until I'm gone

I'm a lone star gazer known from afar

Blaze a constellation L'Ron and rip the bar apart

Cross my heart to spark the mark, [?] without a band

Emotionless conduct and chilling in a B-boy stance

And what I got by chance is the chance to spit a jaw full

Some might say it's raw while others take my talk as awful

I take it and it's all cool

Tweak it like I want to

My music is a special type of vessel that can haunt you

In and out my psyche might be too much for your ticker

I got plans upon plans upon plans nigga


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[Verse Two]

I got this here, hymn like church

Perched by that pitch

Switched by that

Split second beckon call

To all of y'all with thinning ears

Distance lookin' here, listen

I'ma take you on this mission because I got the key

I think, I got my name from [?] who's name was bolded

And as soon as you can throw me you should tell me no can hold me

I got only positivity to pump out of my music

I got sorrow in my soul so I amplify the truth shit

Move from my blueprint, coded in the skys

Got a book of shorts I wrote and some songs about my life

I got a mic that always taunts me, especially when I'm tired

Got me rhyming rapid fire [?]

Diversify, keep it

Facetious MC shit

Riding on the median, studying past thinkers

And I try to avoid the fingers that get sticky in my pockets

But a snake gon' be a snake so I profit from the knowledge

Now I polish with some head space to mediate and zone

Got a way out way with words and I call it all my own


[Hook]