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I'm hollerin' at your feminine side, is it or isn't it genuine?Let women decide, for men will ever judge from within thisMinute in time, and the standard I'm held to isFrom another planet, I landed here when mine fell throughAlienated by no paleontological tiesBut never is this kid discredited by the honorableAll rise, son - the sun presides, the abominableFind it comical I call my shine beyond nominal, uhMy handle fine-tuned to channel 19Address my living letters, better left unsignedThough punctual, no wonder you're some kind of comfortableStomach full of lunch-line chuck and junk foodEmpty calories will soon catch up, comments areCovered in condiments, son it must have been my fat gene's dominantCommon represents the conjugate that heaven sent to complimentThe veteran's accomplishment, the conscious honor it, butWhispers of them do us like we're disingenuous, likeYou only rock it for the paper that's thrownAs if this is an end to my condition of indigenceNah, we holdin' stock in something sacred as stoneSo when victims of insolence rise above the influenceI open the flock to those who made it aloneIt's the mission of men who just write despite ignoranceYo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back homeSongtexteSCRATCH HOOK:This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)Where we don't get caught up in between with the nonsenseThis goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)Never worryin' about griefDefine your residence, if these 4 walls simply shelter you from elementsI recommend you get out moreOff base you face a down pour, catch a taste of what theTown's renowned for, these spates will drown y'allSlick and precipitous, I'm bloodied up, to theCity of Brotherly Love, 206 is the antithesisMy tolerance is type ridiculous, though IContinuously seek forgiveness for the shit I wished upon youA disservice to mom dukes - she raised me betterFor her baby, set a greater precedent to gage and measure successAnd I know she will never love me no lessBut you sycophants are sick, ugly and grotesqueI'm amongst the monstrous who breathe fire out the nostrilsAkin to conquerors you read about in the gospelsInhospitable are the Pontius, Pilate the prefectThese Sea-dwellin' fellas aint accepted me yetSo I stay on my biz and if he play the periphery heControl the block around the space them cats ownI see this state of misery as the greatest gift to me, yoMy golden op will be escapin' that droneSee I'm a late epiphany, uh, away from mendicancyI told 'em stop it, son - don't wait for that loanI heard they say it's trickery, but we're makin' historyYo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back homeSCRATCH HOOK Aus Songtexte Mania