We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm more than problematic
The left-handed asthmatic
Get at me
You better have 10,000 hours practice
The microphone bully
Heaviehead pro
I swam 40 laps today in 40 minutes or so
I don't f*ck around at all
Since Jakim went home
My team is smaller
Wrapped tighter than a key of coke
We making moves
While you paying dues, nigga
We make the rules
And dictate the consequences too
I play it cool
But everyone know
Don't change the mood
Cause on the other side of light
There ain't no rules
I'm feeling groggy on this beat
We own the streets
La Brea and Fairview
424-323
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm out of reach
Deadly as downing a pint of bleach
I'll wash you up
But leave stains that won't release
And f*ck the elites
Straight from the underground
All the knowledge they concealed
We deploy now
We done studied the glyphs
And ancient scripts
To shine bright
As limestone draped pyramids
Capped with solid gold
We map the cosmos
Light beams electrify
The Neter's been reloaded
Big Thorough's to coldest
The G's admire us
All the rest fall back and take notice
Slave to your dome
Your ego's a dummy, bro
You are not your mind
You can change it anytime
Picture this
Anything imagined can be yours
Inhale through the nostrils
Release from the core
This is your final tour
You done reached the source
Play your part, elevate bro
And stay the course
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
The Mass Awakening was just the start
Through the art, we touch the heart
And activate body parts
Move in sync
Part man, part lion the Sphinx
Build leaderless campaigns
No weak links
Restore group think
Powerful words we say
The ink on papyrus
The graffiti engraved
Nah, you ain't equipped
For these rude boy moves
Ausar reconnected, Auset is the fuse
Now move
You are not your mind, no, no, no
You can change it anytime
Now move
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
Real Thorough - Inside Out Lyrics
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We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm more than problematic
The left-handed asthmatic
Get at me
You better have 10,000 hours practice
The microphone bully
Heaviehead pro
I swam 40 laps today in 40 minutes or so
I don't f*ck around at all
Since Jakim went home
My team is smaller
Wrapped tighter than a key of coke
We making moves
While you paying dues, nigga
We make the rules
And dictate the consequences too
I play it cool
But everyone know
Don't change the mood
Cause on the other side of light
There ain't no rules
I'm feeling groggy on this beat
We own the streets
La Brea and Fairview
424-323
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm out of reach
Deadly as downing a pint of bleach
I'll wash you up
But leave stains that won't release
And f*ck the elites
Straight from the underground
All the knowledge they concealed
We deploy now
We done studied the glyphs
And ancient scripts
To shine bright
As limestone draped pyramids
Capped with solid gold
We map the cosmos
Light beams electrify
The Neter's been reloaded
Big Thorough's to coldest
The G's admire us
All the rest fall back and take notice
Slave to your dome
Your ego's a dummy, bro
You are not your mind
You can change it anytime
Picture this
Anything imagined can be yours
Inhale through the nostrils
Release from the core
This is your final tour
You done reached the source
Play your part, elevate bro
And stay the course
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
The Mass Awakening was just the start
Through the art, we touch the heart
And activate body parts
Move in sync
Part man, part lion the Sphinx
Build leaderless campaigns
No weak links
Restore group think
Powerful words we say
The ink on papyrus
The graffiti engraved
Nah, you ain't equipped
For these rude boy moves
Ausar reconnected, Auset is the fuse
Now move
You are not your mind, no, no, no
You can change it anytime
Now move
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm more than problematic
The left-handed asthmatic
Get at me
You better have 10,000 hours practice
The microphone bully
Heaviehead pro
I swam 40 laps today in 40 minutes or so
I don't f*ck around at all
Since Jakim went home
My team is smaller
Wrapped tighter than a key of coke
We making moves
While you paying dues, nigga
We make the rules
And dictate the consequences too
I play it cool
But everyone know
Don't change the mood
Cause on the other side of light
There ain't no rules
I'm feeling groggy on this beat
We own the streets
La Brea and Fairview
424-323
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
I'm out of reach
Deadly as downing a pint of bleach
I'll wash you up
But leave stains that won't release
And f*ck the elites
Straight from the underground
All the knowledge they concealed
We deploy now
We done studied the glyphs
And ancient scripts
To shine bright
As limestone draped pyramids
Capped with solid gold
We map the cosmos
Light beams electrify
The Neter's been reloaded
Big Thorough's to coldest
The G's admire us
All the rest fall back and take notice
Slave to your dome
Your ego's a dummy, bro
You are not your mind
You can change it anytime
Picture this
Anything imagined can be yours
Inhale through the nostrils
Release from the core
This is your final tour
You done reached the source
Play your part, elevate bro
And stay the course
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
The Mass Awakening was just the start
Through the art, we touch the heart
And activate body parts
Move in sync
Part man, part lion the Sphinx
Build leaderless campaigns
No weak links
Restore group think
Powerful words we say
The ink on papyrus
The graffiti engraved
Nah, you ain't equipped
For these rude boy moves
Ausar reconnected, Auset is the fuse
Now move
You are not your mind, no, no, no
You can change it anytime
Now move
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
We gotta have a lot of discipline to win
And it comes from within
It's not something you pretend, homie
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
When it really go down
They be gone wit the win, homie
Writer: Ryan Taylor
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