Bosco Money possessin knowledge if you seek it
Make you understand my language even though you probably don`t speak it
I came specifically to freak it
Always eat my Wheeties, so I don`t feel peaked
When it`s time to pick up the mic and rhyme, I do
So I can prove to you that mom duke came through
With a strong son
And if it`s time to have fun
I treat the mic like a gun
Pull the trigger
Transform, and get bigger
I`m the man that make you peep the rhyme and say
Damn! - don`t think I`m not, when I am
Underrated, frequently imitated
But never outdated, and yet I`m alienated
Because they say I`m 180 instead of bein full-circle
Anti - yo, I came from the sky
So catch a brainstorm and kill that
I ain`t tryin to hear it
The rhyme fits your mind so nice, you wanna wear it
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I`m winnin, cause I`m in it to win it
You think I`m not, when I am?
I`m winnin till I`m grinnin
It`s almost like I`m sinnin
I`m a winner from the beginnin
I can`t be part of this nonsense
Of black versus white, or vice versa
Growin worse everday, in no way
Becomin better, I rather be a trendsetter
And stay ahead of the rest
Who underestimate my brain matter
Let the truth scatter, manifest some data
And drop it, like Harry Truman dropped the A bomb
Or Nixon dropped troops in Vietnam
And while I`m on the subject of presidential thinkin
Clock lots of Jacksons, cause my thoughts is Lincoln
Not sinkin like a raft, cause I`m cooler than Shaft
And my wisdom is refreshing like a frosty draft
Ale, and I will not fail to prevail
Until they throw me in jail
I woulda went to Yale, but I didn`t get accepted
Know why? I didn`t apply...
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Play me like a tape, and memorize my melody
Layin, relayin, portrayin, conveyin and sayin
What I mean, and like Vaseem
Clear out your eyes, so you can see
Society`s been selling you a dream
Schemin on your self-esteem
It got you sweatin a lifestyle the magazines
Seem to make real
But tell me, what`s the deal
Have you become of victim of the media appeal?
I have, best believe I`m not jokin
Cause like the Marlboro Man, my rhymes are smokin
Pokin hoes and societal woes I`m lookin in
Is yet another way I unmistakably win
So hip yourself to my tip
I`m packin the house like a ceb
Tonight I`m trippin like Greyhound
>From town to town
Droppin the knowledge most profound
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