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The Roots - @15 lyrics

The name,
Of the brother to blame is quite plain
Its not the reign, but a brother who don't claim
Or aim to be a preacher or ordain
I have black thoughts, therefore my names the same
No question, my ability,
In the studio facility
As I exercise my god given utility
On time, I get behind, and push along a rhyme of mine which I design with what? the mind
Leave MC's blind with amnesia
Chop em in a salad and my name ain't Caeser
Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach
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Like eggs, your poached
I wrote murdah, so you could say it's murder he wrote
You think I'm hell sent, so you repent to the pope
So don't walk, when, the sign says not to
And don't talk when black thoughts about to,
When I say maestro and bro starts to play it,
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it,
Save it, for the weaker ,
Pack your portable speaker,
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
And take your sorry crew back in, forget about rappin'
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
Cuz, you might have nightmares of MC's being slain...
And I'll be to blame when you go insane.

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