Tonart: E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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It's been a long while
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Since I hit ya with freestyle
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High tech selections
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From the vaults of the Ice files
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Kick back re lax
And watch as I melt wax
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Don't ever let a bortherllike me
Ride a dope track
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Cause once I hit it with the
vocltone
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It's mine, have motherfuckers
Rush'n to rewind
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Cause I'll flow slow
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And still twist your tongues up
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Rock the house from night
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Cause it relly ain't
it's what you sy
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I got no fuckin' time on the mic
To play
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I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
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Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin' that bullshit
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A fool could get his head split
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Said it couldn't be done by me
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Are now lookin' from under
me
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I didn't play myself kid
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And made the high bid
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Sometimes I write my rhymes
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At night and fall asleep
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Wake up with new techniques
Grab the pen
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And place it on some loose leaf
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Nothin' soft, always the tough meat
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Blue lines excite my mind
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Not allow'n me to stop the rhyme
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Until the whole motherfuckin'
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Book's complete
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Then I write on the
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To my brothers in street crime
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We'd get paid with the use
Of a sweet rhyme
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We put our minds together
Verse 2
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CHORUS
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Mind over matter
Verse 3
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I can drop rhymes in twos,
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And threes and fours
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nd still have much shit
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Cause once my mind locks
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Em
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In on a dope idea
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Should stand clear
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Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank
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It's jail ya better keep your shank
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creep
hits the concrete
With the niggas that don't play
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I think you got false courge
Cause the car I'm in
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No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
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Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
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Hooked the fuckin' track up
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Syndicate's make'n the move
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With the ski masks
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And I'm house'n the long cash
So now you realize
You underestimated the Ice
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You thought that I was OK
But now you realize I'm nice
But that's alright
Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end
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Those who like me now
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Might not of liked me then
But I'm a keep impressin'
Stressin' my lesson
And keep motherfuckers guessin'
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With walls and shields
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As I escape from the killing fields
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Mind over matter
Verse 4
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Move the tempo of this hype groove
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You know this shit is dope
So what you try'n to prove
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Vu's max as Evil E
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My brain's a handgrenade- catch
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I'm a hit you with an over load
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Of bottomless thought
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Reversin' all the shit you're taught
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Then throw words at you
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Syl- la- ble- at- a- time
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Your brain recites the rhyme
No matter what you do
The power's over you
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when you sleep
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You'll be say'n these rhymes too
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Cause the brain has the power
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You'll be unable to fall
Thought process be
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comes a trance
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Makes you feel possessed to dance
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I'll say I want a million
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My mind is so deep
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I'll be bustin' a check
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CHORUS
Outro 1
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