True Dat!!

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[Verse 1: Blueprint]

I keep it simple, EPS for instrumentals

Beats and breaks for high hats and my symbols

Added swell tracks to record my frequencies

Sure microphone but serving wack emcees

Indeed, we proceed at breakneck speed

Giving you what you need but never what you want

Crushing stunts and anyone that wanna front

Some ni*^as walk around with a pocketful of blunts

I got a Walkman and a tape filled with beats that bump

How many lumps is what I ask before I dumps

‘cause most these hard rocks is really punks

Back in high school we had ‘em givin’ up they lunch

Before the [?] they wanna be emcees

Using hip-hop to live out they fantasies

But that’s blasphemy in my own vision

So I be blasting my Walkman so I don’t have to listen

If the song is strong then I’ma put it to a test

Featherweight emcees get they styles bench-pressed

Cast away the curses, lyrical trapeze like the circus

We travel nomadically for years before we surface

Emphatically focused on flipping mics without the hocus-pocus

Or magic tricks, we come thick like locusts

To steal the seeds of your harvest

‘cause concepts truly and intellectually, Greenhouse Effect is the hardest

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[Verse 2: Manifest]

Manifest exists to bring you clarity and vision

Cut away them cataracts with laser beam precision

Peep the expertise by checking the incision

Only I can set you free with executive decision

More destructive force than a [?]

Every time you look around you see the skill of what was risen

Cosmic ascension through the ranks

From nonexistence to existence

And defeat them of the crews I need no assistance

For instance the distance between your skills and my skills is clearly infinite

Not only am I rapping ‘bout this real but I’m livin’ it

Givin’ it to you the only way that I know how

Hip-hop heads have deified me like Chairman Mao

Manifest [?] correct while other emcees is livin’ foul

You ask me how I stay successful in this game

Manifest drop another [?] aces of spades

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[Verse 3: Inkwell]

The lyrical predator camouflaged in the trees, making trophies out of emcees

Post in the cleaner industry of wannabes, wackiness attracts this

Ni**as that think their practice keeps ‘em from moving backwards

Most of these bums are sack-less, tryna cut [?]

Jealous tactics by enemies, they’ll try to keep up

That’s why I apply extra heat to the weak

‘cause emcees that turn they cheek find a knife at they [?]

Destined to lose they jewels ‘cause the stool couldn’t compete

Breaking rules ‘cause their tools are so incomplete

Visions within my head sees products in infrared

Instead of heat, Inkwell seeks braindead

Rappers whose focus be infested with cockroaches

Then try to plant those things in our offspring so I hunt

Them and their [?], exterminate their bait like a tornado do a sapling

Natural [?], I’m sporting batwings, returning peace to the streets, rapping

Battling emcees preaching negativities

My enemies are unorganized soldiers, imitation two-faced

[?] and cheap jokers

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