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This is not a game It's a court [?] That's why I write furiously in the morning While the birds tweet I let the words leap From the mind in the mental It's never coincidental It's divine So I recognize I can't sleep Tapping away at the papyrus You admire us But you do not understand what the fire does Sacrifice good love and partners mean mugging But the virus must manifest goddess God bless the child I wanna see progress I show fresh fruit You can pine for the apple But the man must go And the rhyme must flow This is hip hop energy Please note the enemy Save the pit stops for Penelope Download my melody Shocking gibe and it shows Prosperous for the dough But poisonous for the soul (ah ah) Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots I lost my pigeon Words get written Scribbling to find my own religion Vultures hover there's bones for picking Prima donnas caught slipping as a regular sight Behold the vision The meat won't inherit a thing Ming is merciless Now I know why the cage birds sing It's worth the risk The bigger the bucks Power corrupts But we all return to dust That's a must and you can trust (work with us) Still drumming with that bebop jazz Finger drumming on the table Excuse me while I spazz Only way up is yaz We don't follow the fags Or the razzmatazz Keep one eye on the sparrow Keep a jab on the path[?] Both feet on the ground Rest in peace James Brown Talk is cheap Cinderella won't sleep Til the glass slippers on both feet Must I repeat? Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Wow we're here Loud and clear Trying to wrestle with a constant fear Do we deserve to persevere Even scream from a village that we are the rear[?] The group to cherish the voice to hear In a world where we're worse for wear Some don't even like us here or like our hair Before we perish Let's make this clear We are not the same You are not prepared Your ways of funny Rules are odd Only really praise money But you're quick to share God We're not Crabs in a barrel or peas in a pod We're not Having a bar or leaving a pub If you're not going to save the children Don't claim to be the household that builds them (in fact) Go tell it to Nebraska, the Franklin coverup The higher up the food chain, you shut em up Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots Work of heart Work of heart Work of heart Absolute, I love the burn to the roots