Feather (Remix)

alright alright ----------------15

lets get it started

whos tellin me

that im not a real

hip-hop artist

i can remake

what you emitt

in a dream

i can see through the silver line

the one you call a seam

and i

always keep it going

floatin

like a feather

breeze through the wind

to win

even in

harsh weather

choose to lose

thats you

not me

my hot degrees

got me spittin this

philosophy

and starting it again

like the apostacy

and creatin views

that finally

my eyes could see

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written

poems

livin

legends

styles

stolen

from

the heavens

bread

given

to

the peasants

makin something sweet

from the essence

of my lemons

little kids

screaming in the store

dont need attention

fighting fire

with fire

just gives more

weapons

rockin the house

with my

assics

no denim

im better

than you thought

dont give no

mention

when i beckon

come to my call

and when you need me

huh

ill be there to brawl

but you cant see me

john c

yee

put em in a coffin

and then

reeepeat

on the dashboard

wish i had more

i give em a kick

like im the hop

to they hip

but the old people like

"oh

i slipped my disk"

and we shoutin

in the streets

no need

to throw fists

little kids

no need to throw fits

i see to what i need

and i see to whats fit

i cling to my feet

cause my kicks are soo lit

and i go hard

for the people

really down for my clique

but no pounds

for no bricks

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representin

with my bretheren

we in school

but teaching lessons

aint that impressin

now im preaching

to the teachers

cause im eager

for the leader

drinkin liters

spittin ether

you hear the speakers

and i aint even a senior

im

the seeker of knowledge

im hotter

than fever and lava

im smokin and drinkin nada

a dreamer

inside a creature

i leave you people

on teeters