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Yo I'm stepping to cipher trying to get my life up



Married these beautiful words Like I was wifed up



Piper is paying me and so is Peter and Paul



You see from Hip Hop I got an urgent call



So P.O.P. got to save yall



From clutches of of these pimps, and these hookers that I see



Give me that mic back and let me just set you free



From the bondage from that cumbersome shell



That thinks it's a star, in desperate need of some ...awe



I got them soiling they're drawers because of a glimpse of tommorrah



War is coming so some lyrics you better borrow



Sorrow sweeps you bitches like the worst of plagues



Because my hunger is obvious and my thirst aint vague



Radio rotation slaves our brain is being bathed



This cotton is so monotonous, raped by airwaves



This monster we made is the attention we gave



Some ran away some in the big house they stayed



Well we've come to invade set that house ablaze



Out of the ashes new voices are raised



Ripples become waves, flurries become avalanches



Holding Djs for a ransom, as the world chants my anthems



This random flow is from the bottom of dome



F**K the top This Nomad's mind roams



Been through the desert and some pretty vacant places



Just when I thought it was over



I was placed at the Oasis.



P.O.P.