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It's the original and Nextshend
In '85, Nivia had a kid
The rookie that they’re already jealous of
I’m an app
That downloads sensitivity
I sound original and the others are just relics
Video put out what Rodriguez put out
Not just with verses
The verses keep coming
I’m flying to the money
And the debts are chasing me
I spend too much cash on things that don’t work
The Oil
I’m playing Monopoly
Working for when the obvious comes
I’m not competition, I’m a microbe
A microbe inspired by micro-industry
I walk down the street, simple is the detail
No drawings, no tattoos, no makeup at all
No fancy shoes, no tie, no suit
And I make the rhythm fit
So listen to what I bring

Can you feel it? Let the different sound
Let the wizard be heard again
Can you feel it? Let the different sound
I’m that little figure in your mind

Can you feel it? Let the different sound
Let the wizard be heard again
Can you feel it? Let the different sound
I’m that little figure in your mind

I’m oil, you’re watercolor
I’m a trivia movie, you’re a novel
You’re flying like, how? Pigs don’t fly
It’s the ducks that fly, and you’re stuck with that

I’m a rookie who learned from the old school
I’m a rooster in disguise but with spurs
Your music is different from what’s playing now
That’s why so many feel stepped on under my sole
It’s my motto, the verses are pure gold
Fighting for pure rhyme
I’m serving a sentence
Living off borrowed life, they’re getting poisoned
Because I sweat this style and flow runs through my veins

Can you feel it? Let the different sound
Let the wizard be heard again
Can you feel it? Let the different sound
I’m that little figure in your mind

Can you feel it? Let the different sound
Let the wizard be heard again
Can you feel it? Let the different sound
I’m that little figure in your mind

You’re listening for signs from the universe
You’re checking the house’s report
You’re reading the coffee in the cup
I put my hand on the hot pan to see what happens
What else is gonna happen? I burned myself out of curiosity
Since I was little, I’ve been curious
I’m in flip-flops, so zero vanity
Who dares to talk to me about humility?
Clarity, reality, purity, and brotherhood
I’m the voice of my low society
I’ve got rhymes, I’ve got lyrics, and not by chance
My message is clear, so sit down
And listen

I’d prefer a bronze medal a thousand times
Relax, count to ten or even eleven
Put on some music from Carlos Fonseca
If being humble is the payola
Then what am I?
It’s the originalllllllllll!
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