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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