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I'm the realest motherfucker here
MVP candidates better wait another year
Everything I say is etched in stone
I'm the next to blow
Mauling motherfuckers like a momma bear
Nobody on this Earth
Is worthy of comparing to me other than immaculate births
How is that ever possible?
All those heavy laden who thirst
Can come to me because I'm spitting the gospel
I'm floating up to Heaven through the ozone layer
I've got a ticket for the round trip
Yes, the vacation sounds sick
In the vehicle of magical prayer
I never down shift
Confidence: you know that I found it
Meanwhile everybody standing around it is astounded
Not bad for the one that they all shitted on
Doesn't matter if I'm ever surrounded
Because all the imitators will continually get it wrong
On the other hand, I'm nearing perfection
Of my art form
Call it scientific selection
Because every time I'm on the mic I'm going to wreck shit
Take your smart phone
GPS the simplest exit
Inconvenient truth in a sentence
Leave your heart sore
Feelings breaking free of pretension
Tension
Won't forget to mention
No-one can ever find solutions before first dissension
But can I hide my sentience?
Authorities are holding everybody
(back, back)
And so I'm putting up a bit of a front
They sit and wait for me to take a shot, I know I'm
(past that)
Never giving them a person to hunt
But yo, we're coming to the season
Sun is in the sky and illuminating our freedom
Therefor from the day we realize it to the hour when we breathe our
(last gap)
We be doing just whatever we want

Better recognize I'm all those things
Bitch, you better recognize I'm all those things, ok?
Yeah, you better know I'm all those things
Look into my eyes, see I'm all those things, ok?

Free-falling so I spread my wings
Bitch you better recognize I'm all those things, ok?
Won it all so I'm wearing my rings
Look into my eyes, see I'm all those things, ok?

credits

from 1968: A L'uomo Strano Soundtrack, released May 9, 2014
(M. W. Carter)
produced by AntiFrantik
mixed and mastered by T.J. Habibi for Secret Suburbia Studios
recorded at Secret Suburbia Studios, Toronto, Canada

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