Lyrics:

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[Verse 1] 

Antidote: 

Raising the Bar dropped, now all these hands waving like car lots 
The making of a dynasty, of MCs who rhyme and be 
Putting on a show like these other hoes is trying to be 
Rocking every spot with no thought of label signing me 
Y'all fakes is like grapes and (Hey) this here's a winery 
90's chateau, rap flow, and yeah we finally 
Elevating, 100 flight of stairs until we're celebrating 
Each step like air and Hip Hop's in each breath I'm taking 

J-Pro: 

We're taking 2 steps forth; they're taking 2 steps back 
By making [bad word] tracks, where are my real heads at? 
They're on the Internet, downloading our songs 
So at the shows, they get ‘em up like a power bomb 
We're on the 20 minutes, sweat like it's an hour long 
30 people wildin' out like it's a stadium 
Or the palladium, there's nothing I can say to them 
I'm grateful for the stage we're on 
And you're my Inspiration! 
 [bad word]  
My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears 
Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is 
My inspiration 
My 3 babies life when I'm gone 
Learning what's right,wrong 
How to fly and fight through the storms 
My Inspiration 
The ovation, applause from all of our peers 
Supported by local fans through all the years 
My Inspiration 
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[Verse 2] 

Verb: 

Sometimes i consider things that get me inspired to write 
There's somethin within me that never seems too tired to fight/ 
for what i believe in; achievin and acquirin heights of happiness 
We duel and fight with the fire ignitin on our doorsteps/ 
Man i been through it all; been poor; slept on floors 
In life i seen more yards than Dorsette/ 
So when tradgedy's [bad word] out and the ground gets shaky 
I'm fully aware of whatever consequences that await me/ 
for decisions I'm making 
I aint perfect at all, but there's a reason why to get by I'ma [bad word] and crawl;/ 
the reason why id rather be judged by how many times i get up 
than to go through being judged by how many times i fall/ 
And I'm not religious man, but let me tell you the deal 
If i could just channel my voice through those who feel what i feel;/ 
if i could leave earth with a mark that says that verb was for real, 
to live and breathe and put on this planet provided wit skill is my inspiration 
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[Verse 3] 

Antidote: 

There's so many reasons why I do this, nothing I'd deny or try to prove 
It's just this feeling that I feel when I'm hi-hi-high of spittin' rhymes and coolin' 
Wit my crew, walking like it's water that I'm steppin' on 
Epsilon "P”, the 180 I've been bettin' on 

Verb: 

Soon as they let us on 
The game's changing, this is the level we're supposed to conquer  [bad word] s supposed to be fretting on 
Retreating like decepticons, forfeiting their checks and bonds 
Falling and [bad word] at the frey and edges we left them on 

J-Pro: 

... the rest will honor the name. My fans are cynical 
Still they're calling my name like I stand at pinnacle 
Allstar perennial, fall far from lyrical Sean Paul 
I've fended through the fire with inspired minds 
They say I got them through the day, but they've inspired mine 
young guy thumping Pete Rock and I n I 
Feeling proud of the underground where the cipher lies 
Same 30 fans waving hands when the cipher dies 
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