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But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it Yo, hold your hands up high 'cause this is Napa on life I'm attacking the mic with a passion of Christ This track is so nice My raps are precise, on point, and tight My voice takes flight to great heights My reputation's like a great white Find me in the studio from late night 'til daylight Practice makes perfect So life, I'm too confident for stage fright Still don't get paid right to blaze mics Me and Napa, our game's tight We underground like bare knuckle cage fights Musically, we take life and never hit you twice with the same vibe Plus when I wild out, you couldn't tame life Napa's hits will blow your mind like crack cocaine pipes His instrumental albums in The Source should get eight mics Creatively constructing beats with the venom of snake bites Inventing nothing less than the most incredible bass lines Computer whiz, kid, sampler scientist My professor who digs in the crates of Pleasure for the greatest breaks ever We never say never together, won't fold under pressure You see a special, hold your corners like a Subaru Impreza Artistical high flyers, but we don't travel in Cessnas Not private jetsters but underground beat and rhyme defenders But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it It's best to keep your hands up high Don't try to play us on the streets We bring more chaos than Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas We're the most uncontrollable force in Hip-hop, soldiers who roar the big dogs Drawing more crowds than space shuttle liftoffs Mixing desk and vocal booth big shots, life I spit hot My name be getting big props This game got it on gridlock Creating classic music instantly like shoe Brand symphonies with levels of consistency I'm mastering hip-hop history My supernatural abilities are a mystery The rapper who raises the bar continually Spit bars from now 'til infinity Nothing can stop or limit me 'cause every day religiously I'm working lyrically to refine my rhyming artillery More weapons than the military I'm armed and dangerous with a sack of Napa tracks That leave you cats more holy than the Trinity The dub play specialist, commercial hip-hop's nemesis, with A sound to take your hearing hostage like musical terrorists We're far from prejudice or separatists, we're just the best at this We read the streets and pick up on their thoughts like a telepathist Ghetto celebrities, both blessed Gifted genetically with rhythmic energy Prolific skills, dropping those killer melodies Colder than the Outer Hebrides was in the Ice Age And we're more hungry than countries who still depending on Live Aid But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it But one day we're bound to find it Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it