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Infinite

Rasul Allah
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Writing colors Uh! Kitsune what up my G? Let's get it started, uh! Say no more, say no more, uh! Uh, yeah, yeah They say it all comes with the territory Being lost in heaven, finding the purgatory Self-explanatory Through the eyes of whoever masters the ceremony That DJ play my favorite record for me You won't remember homie, I've seen it all happen From the era of crack to what they call famine The carjacking, Brooklyn, the gun clapping Knocking down every wall in Uncle Tom's Cabin Y'all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles The bloody knees from crawling on the steepest roads The sheepish clothes, enemies I'm keeping close Monkey see, monkey do, easy comes, easy goes Look at my face, you can feel the cold Feel the load, written in scars Come see me and I feed the bold To reap what my demons sow Yes I'm just like you, go 'head ask Keyshia Cole The same fool walking in the same shoes The same roots succumbing to the same moods Same damn empty stomach, eating the same food And those, drowning my sorrows with the grey goose Through the midst of it all remain faithful Left Pandora's Box in my rear view Swear to Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit Yeah it's been a struggle but blame who? I came through the gates of 808s, ultimate beats and breaks Those filthy crates, SPs and pause tapes For God's sake, before Lebron went All-State Before false images, greed and lost faith Get it straight, your boy's been about his paper Ever since British knights and pages, Biz Markie's vapors When Aladdin transformed the fader Before trends of culture, original flavor I've catered to the needy and poor From the Dirty Dirty to the grittiest shores A soldier of a hideous war, you seen me before Battling biblical keys and devious chords And idiots I bomb, bomb with ingenious flaws Like writing colors with no reason at all Graffitis on walls, for me it's just keeping it raw And no, I don't rap, I'm just speaking to God Uh, and tell me do you know what it feels like To read the Quran under street lights? When the heart's beating up your face You can't keep your feet tight Like when your pockets are filled with that real white The night falls short and you're so tired of all the portioning We blamed it on the New World Order then Never saw the walls closing in Somehow stopped focusing How the hell were we supposed to win? Again it all comes with the territory Yeah, it's pretty much self-explanatory Through the eyes of whoever masters the ceremony That DJ play my favorite record for me You won't remember homie, I've seen it all happen From the era of crack to what they call famine The carjacking, Brooklyn, the gun clapping Knocking down every wall in Uncle Tom's Cabin Y'all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles The bloody knees from crawling on the steepest roads The sheepish clothes, enemies I'm keeping close Monkey see, monkey do, easy comes, easy goes Look at my face, you can feel the cold Feel the load, written in scars Come see me and I feed the bold To reap what my demons sow Yes I'm just like you, go 'head ask Keyshia Cole Uh, Infinite