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Prepare feat. DJ Cazal

from The Edge by Mr Free & The Misanthropist

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lyrics

Cadillac Camelback show me where the camera at
World is mine saw the sign only kickin matter fact
Get blinded like a cataract when tryin to test or battle back
Boogie down Bronx birthplace a where the baddest at
Yankees ain't these quotes a mine saintly
You'll never see the real me til Alex Grey paint me
Never been a mornin man before 10 cranky
Whether in ya whip or in ya jukebox crank me
No less than 9 I consider masses blind
Hittin off this rhythm got me feelin mastermind
Use to settle for some sixes now its nothin less than dime
I'd be servin life in prison if good lovin was a crime
But it ain't my ink is war paint
My mind is that of a slave who walked plank
My soul be fillin the holes in yo blank
Cd chick composure or bank

This one soundin wu-tangish
Move thy anus
Look ma ya #2 son half famous
Misant from Sweden but we r-rock the Danish
Why we ain't on yet have not the faintest
But I'm locked in scorin not stockton
Speak not til walked mile in my mocasin
Bring ya wittiest on we outfox them
Bring ya grittiest paw we outbox them
Yuck su kung fu in ya face fuck you
Thats the type a venom in the blood mon run thru
Livin on the edge ya never know wah mi a gwan do
Built upon the rock ya know this house mi nah crumble
All i see is timeless bondage
Weight upon the conscious
He who sees grand scheme remains the calmest
Waitin for the day we ball and live lawless
And my vision dont see form but auras

I grab a mic and flip the script I'm the shit i be sayin to myself like I'm all that (all that)
Til I head up to the city and these niggaz flowin silly then that voice it get to tellin me to fall back
I pitch my talent to couple lil labels and ya nigga couldn't even get a call back
Fuck ya label and ya artists and producers you manusha used to luv u now you're all wack
I rock to raw tracks flip raps for more stacks
Haven't found my way there but I'm somewhere near the vortex
Who's up to fall next step up but crawl back
Step inside the den with a king and I'm roar back
So much more difficult to kick it simplistic than kick it mystical
Universal my forces are all centrifical
And this is more than recording its sorta ritual
And i don't put the brush down til the pictures fullCadillac Camelback show me where the camera at
World is mine saw the sign only kickin matter fact
Get blinded like a cataract when tryin to test or battle back
Boogie down Bronx birthplace a where the baddest at
Yankees ain't these quotes a mine saintly
You'll never see the real me til Alex Grey paint me
Never been a mornin man before 10 cranky
Whether in ya whip or in ya jukebox crank me
No less than 9 I consider masses blind
Hittin off this rhythm got me feelin mastermind
Use to settle for some sixes now its nothin less than dime
I'd be servin life in prison if good lovin was a crime
But it ain't my ink is war paint
My mind is that of a slave who walked plank
My soul be fillin the holes in yo blank
Cd chick composure or bank

This one soundin wu-tangish
Move thy anus
Look ma ya #2 son half famous
Misant from Sweden but we r-rock the Danish
Why we ain't on yet have not the faintest
But I'm locked in scorin not stockton
Speak not til walked mile in my mocasin
Bring ya wittiest on we outfox them
Bring ya grittiest paw we outbox them
Yuck su kung fu in ya face fuck you
Thats the type a venom in the blood mon run thru
Livin on the edge ya never know wah mi a gwan do
Built upon the rock ya know this house mi nah crumble
All i see is timeless bondage
Weight upon the conscious
He who sees grand scheme remains the calmest
Waitin for the day we ball and live lawless
And my vision dont see form but auras

I grab a mic and flip the script I'm the shit i be sayin to myself like I'm all that
Til I head up to the city and these niggaz flowin silly then that voice it get to tellin me to fall back
I pitch my talent to couple lil labels and ya nigga couldn't even get a call back
Fuck ya label and ya artists and producers you manusha used to luv u now you're all wack
I rock to raw tracks flip raps for more stacks
Haven't found my way there but I'm somewhere near the vortex
Who's up to fall next step up but crawl back
Step inside the den with a king and I'm roar back
So much more difficult to kick it simplistic than kick it mystical
Universal my forces are all centrifugal
And this is more than recording its sorta ritual
And i don't put the brush down til the pictures full

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from The Edge, released January 31, 2011

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