My Nature (Devout To Hip Hop)

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I don't play tricks on your mind, I just Bless It More
I possess a Jedi's Force, what'chu gon' Test Me For?
last I Checked, The Score was Not In My Favor
but Hip Hop's In My Nature, so I still get Props From My Haters
I drop Proper, With Flavor; the last thing I Am Is Bland
I don't need a Gang To Bang beats, I'm an Amalgam
if I think I Can, I Can, I pray to God And Ignite
against crazy Odds I'ma Strike, the Underdogg In All Fights
my pen spews Inkblots When I Write, I Figure 'Em Out
and Spit The Shit Loud, expression is what DiSS Is About
this young hungry Spic Is Devout, I'm Reppin' Aztecs
validictorian, in all of Professor X's Classes
I'm out to Get My Cash Quick, but if it means Dumbin' Down
'the fuck outta' my face, I'm forever Underground
bringin' Thunderous Sounds as I omitt Spherical Lightning
cause my Spirit's Enlightening even though I'm Lyrically Frightening

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my pen spews Inkblots When I Write, I Figure 'Em Out
and Spit The Shit Loud, expression is what DiSS Is About

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[DiSSENT]

my pen spews Inkblots When I Write, I Figure 'Em Out
and Spit The Shit Loud, expression is what DiSS Is About

ill

I'm grateful for the props, homie. Thanks for reading. West Uppin'*