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[Verse 1]
Yo high energy, flowing with the wisdom
 Sense of rich man, the knowledge and the rhythm
 No I'm not biting, this is one of my heroes, pay homage
 Brought me one step closer to the end, cease cover
Dropped the and what it reads is O. Whose acronym is no one can do it better
 My acronym is on cue
Empire state, windows of the world, one day I caught a view
 Saying to myself I can do this
Mom's a singer, and my DNA is rooted
The first LP proved it
 With no guest appearances, God given gift to be a lyricist
 Right alongside the best out
Etched my spot in the game, alleviating doubt
 Acknowledging the rhythm that my momma had born
 The hard egos and unlimited flows, the science I morphed it to a formula

[Hook]
 And we don't stop
 Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and
It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor...

 Kick it on the one, block, and we don't stop
 Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and
 It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor...

 [Verse 2]
Never say nothing people [bad word] Checking the facts before it goes down on wax
Making sure only download official apps
 Cause spyware in ya laptop can be a [bad word]  tell tale signs
 Soul seekers amaze non-believers to get a gist of it all, they go with the proceedings
 Life's a journey with a million hours logged in a ledger
 But I'm never succumbing to the pressures
 Something like what you heard before and more
 You see the glow in my aura, at shows I'm applauded
 Trash talking star, but leading they own lives
 To the point [bad word] s distorted, yet they still record it
 Consumers, I provide 'em with service that's like burgers
 Followed by an A+ score, validating it perfect
 Knowledge and the source that my momma was born uh-huh
 We making it official, Yo let 'em know
 Yo it's the formula

 [Hook]
 Yo it's [sequence?] like the [bad word] straight from the heart
 One of many who gave me a spark
I acknowledge him like Slick Rick and Rap, I mean that
 Portrait of a masterpiece, believe that
 Ridiculous wordplay
 With every syllable pronounce clear and efficient, growl in his voice vicious
 In addition to lending him an ear, I listened
 Mind blowing, studying the cadence when he say it
 Funky enough with [bad word] boy drawl
 Of a letting the bass go with [bad word] ons and pauses
 Making it an opera of D.O.C. and the Doctor
Texas born with a New York posture
His union with Dre's like me and Apollo
 Link in the Cuban chain hard to pop
 Cause the clamp aside acknowledging the lyricism the OG bought
 Gave me the blueprint and showed me how to mix and hook up my own formula

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