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     "[VERSE 1]\nYeah, now I’m runnin' with the goats,\nStand on every book I bid, I’m taller now—we call that growth.\nA bet on me murdered the old version that you know,\nIf it ain’t resolved with him, you holdin’ grudges with a ghost.\n\nThe Babadook, the Baba Yaga,\nPracticing his pranayama,\nPraying that he purify a purpose in these final hours.\nTryin’ not to be too hard on myself for entertaining cowards,\nNever let Draconians go swimmin’ in the dragon waters.\n\nThat’s a promise—owe it to myself to seek refinement,\nThe way it’s routed, you’ll be doubted by your chief advisors.\nFound a way to eat despite the smaller portion sizes,\nMelt the cap, water rises, I’m a warmer climate.\n\nFloat into a room like I own that shit,\nSovereignty on my domain, blacker than Black ownership.\nBlacker than I’m Mubarak on Black ops for the Soviets,\nTurned my back on me enough to know how I’m supposed to sit.\n\nYou stand up straighter when these facts arriving,\nAnd download an ancestral bag of diamonds.\nThat’s refinement on the Black horizon,\nGratitude for the dubs when I actualize ‘em.\n\n[HOOK]\nWe so ill,\nYou can keep the cure.\nTo achieve peace, we believe in war.\nRefine, reform, see the light we absorb,\nTribe is a vibe, right from the source.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nSome people in it to win it,\nI got in it to end it.\nNever went independent, bitch, I been independent.\nPenmanship is a menace, win the pennant, a penance.\nI negotiate interest, you on Pinterest with pendants.\n\nBalance basic intentions—\nThat’s that Libra ascendant and the fee for admission.\nI be kickin’ my feet up, like I’m the FIFA commission,\nOut here free on the fringes,\nDon’t need a seat at the table when you the key to the entrance.\n\nOnce I decided we was tryna be the highest me,\nFirst I refined the mind, and afterwards refined the speech.\nTrimming fat to feed the ritual I’m finna eat,\nMy time is nature’s now, the teacher had to hike his fee.\n\nIf you don’t like the premium package price of the chi,\nIt’s plenty of pretenders—I still hope you find your peace.",
     
-    "[VERSE 1]\nyou ever draw lines in the quicksand\nand the bag keep hoppin out ya hands\nif you feel fire ticklin ya ear drums\nthats god laughin atchya plans\namerican values they got us fucked up\neverybody gotta reach the bottom line\nyou might be cool runnin for the big win\nbut you’ll never outsleigh father time\nI know you want it now but its not yours\nmight feel like its haters by the locked doors\nyou just gotta chill and getcha mind right\nyou prolly already at the top floor\nin a deprivation tank with the lights off\nI meditate in thanks with the brights off\nthink what I should to take my mind off\nuncage it until it flies off\naint as far from myself as I thought I was\nbodhisattva i'm back and you caught a buzz\nput a whole bunch of facts on the firewood\npour the gas can dry then i light it good\nthats a gift given by them long years\neven if they sleep man im all ears\ncuz I too been trapped in a small room\nchanting to myself aw yeah\n\n[HOOK]\nCome for me\nmy time come for me\ncome for me\nmy time come for me\nit chose it chose\nit chose it chose\nit's gon be what it's gon be\n\n[VERSE 2]\nim already knowin that you put the work in\nand the world aint ready for ya genius\nand its all kinda reasons for the hold up\nyou thinkin to yourself they never seen this\npacing in your crib like a wildcat\ncuz inferior motherfuckers be coming up\nin theory you thinking man is because of luck\nbut a serious part of you feel you fuckin up\nit start to chip away at you in small bits\nsocial media got you thinking it’s all lit\nbut The devil is illusion in the tar pit\nyou’ll get stuck in it\ncovered in it, stallin\nbut that wall is where yo blade gotta sharpen\nwhen the hype dies and the room darkens\nthat’s when your warrior side should starts sparkin\nthen the rest of yo life is seances , yeah",
+    "[VERSE 1]\nYou ever draw lines in the quicksand,\nAnd the bag keep hoppin’ out ya hands?\nIf you feel fire ticklin’ ya eardrums,\nThat’s God laughin’ atchya plans.\n\nAmerican values—they got us fucked up,\nEverybody gotta reach the bottom line.\nYou might be cool runnin’ for the big win,\nBut you’ll never outsleigh Father Time.\n\nI know you want it now, but it’s not yours,\nMight feel like it’s haters by the locked doors.\nYou just gotta chill and getcha mind right,\nYou prolly already at the top floor.\n\nIn a deprivation tank with the lights off,\nI meditate in thanks with the brights off.\nThink what I should to take my mind off,\nUncage it until it flies off.\n\nAin’t as far from myself as I thought I was,\nBodhisattva—I’m back and you caught a buzz.\nPut a whole bunch of facts on the firewood,\nPour the gas can dry, then I light it good.\n\nThat’s a gift given by them long years,\nEven if they sleep, man, I’m all ears.\n‘Cause I too been trapped in a small room,\nChanting to myself—aw yeah.\n\n[HOOK]\nCome for me,\nMy time come for me.\nCome for me,\nMy time come for me.\n\nIt chose, it chose,\nIt chose, it chose,\nIt’s gon’ be what it’s gon’ be.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nI’m already knowin’ that you put the work in,\nAnd the world ain’t ready for ya genius.\nAnd it’s all kinda reasons for the hold up,\nYou thinkin’ to yourself they never seen this.\n\nPacing in your crib like a wildcat,\n‘Cause inferior motherfuckers be coming up.\nIn theory, you thinking, “Man, it’s because of luck,”\nBut a serious part of you feel you fuckin’ up.\n\nIt start to chip away at you in small bits,\nSocial media got you thinking it’s all lit.\nBut the devil is illusion in the tar pit,\nYou’ll get stuck in it,\nCovered in it, stallin’.\n\nBut that wall is where yo blade gotta sharpen,\nWhen the hype dies and the room darkens.\nThat’s when your warrior side should start sparkin’,\nThen the rest of yo life is seances—yeah.",
     
     "[VERSE 1]\nI'm the part of you that never goes to sleep\nLock me out I go and find a key\nI was you before you ever came to be\nThe outside world never came to me\ndig a dirty hole throw me in alive\nShovel soil on me hoping I'm gonna die\nWalkin off like you don't hear my call\nWhile I suffocate, you can hear me thru the walls\n\n[CHORUS]\nThrough the walls\nThrough the walls\nYou can hear me through the walls\n\n[VERSE 2]\nOh you heartless now? can't ya love?\nYouse a monster? an empty husk?\nNobody knows ya? can't be touched?\nBigger than life, but not bigger than us?\nI used to live on ya sleeve,\ntucked in a cuff like a cigarette box\nCut and punched on, watch me bleed\nI saw the sun less the bigger ya got\nHearts were broken, lies were told\nTrust was shook up, it made us cold\nPersonas built up, rhymes got wrote\nBehind a stage name, that was dope\nBut somewhere in there, I was lost\nCalcified, tied down and then offed\nSo ya thought, but hard ta live\nWithout me right there, and the life I give\nThe universe is vast and grand\nA sprawling wilderness of massive span\nholy rivers, rolling rocks\ntumbling planets, dying stars\nThey feed me grace, while you asleep\nkeep me lifted, and full of heat\nAnd even though, the world to you\nIs all the things you see and consume\nAnd all the unseen is simply voodoo\nThat don't add up in human view\nI know the truth, and who you are\nCompared to what you believe and pawn\nOff to folks, the magic show\nWith pretty lights, and fireworks\nI'll still be with you, at the end\nCallin atchya thru the walls",