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All kind of ideas

Listen, this is a—
Black from the future (Listen, listen)
Black from the future (Listen, listen)
Fellas
Black, black, black, black
One more time
I wanna give 'em drummers some of this funky soul we got
Listen

Uh, what (All kind of ideas)
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Yeah, boy
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Uh, uh, yeah, ayo

I'm soul brother uno, black from the future
Make beats on the table if I break my computer (Break my computer)
Still make hits like I used to
Keep your top five, I'm god's favorite producer
Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome
Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone
So many ideas coming out the wazoo (Uh)
It's only one of me, can never do what I do (Ayy)
Past, present and future; that is timeless (Uh)
Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless (Never)
Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man (Uh-huh)
Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan
Tears for fears, I said a shout out to all my peers
But I never ran out of all kinds of ideas, I said
Tears for fear, a shout out to all my peers
But never ran out of all kind of ideas

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Rack focus to the black Moses that's light skinned
A dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened
My stipend is ripened from Chi' to Big Apple
On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons any subject I tackle
And grapple with wack dudes
And school niggas like black schools 'cause they lack rules
Niggas mad 'cause I know that cash rules everything around me except my mind
The underground found me, and depth I find on the railroad
I unjail souls like harriet
Spitting chariots of fire through the wire and live barb fences
I murder MCs; some say that it's senseless
Bomber like a winter coat though I've been In the trenches
Known to go for it like fourth and inches
Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
My thought grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Foes came sporting fake smiles like dentures
Them monkeys been programmed; at them, I throw wrenches
Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
These are adventures from avalon benches
The real hip-hop, Com came to his senses
Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
For me to bring to the world (All kind of ideas)

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All kind of ideas, all kind of ideas