The discussion, they've been thinking it for years
A concussion, still ringing in my ears
I was talking one night, by a casual chance
When someone asked so polite to explain what I am
Requested to clarify, staring eyes scared of mine
Thinking that my paradise would leave his business paralyzed
There am I, terrified his regard
Yes, I am a hacker, even says it on my card
Harbinger of chaos that would topple a monopoly
Cookie cutter character with all the common properties
The real question: Did I fit inside the mold
How much did it cost for my soul when it was sold
A hacker is a concept; a metaphor engineer
With good and evil content for left and right hemispheres
Black and white for a sub-committee panel
Of course, you report Dual Core is dual channel
My stereotype, do you really know who I am
My stereotype, do I really show what I can
My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand
And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am
Another conversation, they've been thinking it for years
The overtones of which are still ringing in my ears
I was talking one night, by a casual chance
When someone asked so polite to explain what I am
Is crime just a game, rush and mame, crush and slay
When life comes to play, run away, shun the blame
Some would say, something may not be right
Yes I am a gamer, and I play it every night
The signature of crazy, do I scream and shout in my house
Immature and lazy, do I hide behind a cop-out
The real question was: Is it this that I do best
Are there any of us different, or are we just like all the rest
A gamer is a shapeshifter driving from the backseat
With hand-eye coordination better than an athlete
Button presser which you control also
Of course you report Dual Core is in the console
My stereotype, do you really know who I am
My stereotype, do I really show what I can
My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand
And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am
How can I change your mind?
How can I change your mind?
How can I change your mind?
You better think quick 'cause we're running out of time
This one's an argument, been thinking it for years
Anxiety from which is still ringing in my ears
I was talking one night, by a casual chance
When someone asked so polite to explain what I am
The question is operative, cogniscent or positive
With words being talkative or weapons for demoloshing
Often since confidence is head strong
Yes, I am a rapper, even says it on my songs
The vision of a failure, a fool as it would seem
Who would bet a whole career on a future built of dreams
The real question: Is my grammar always mangled
Do I end with prepositions, do my participles dangle
A rapper is a person represented by a mouth
And judged by the concepts and words they talk about
Grab a mic making something out of nothing
And if you don't like the sound then just hit the skip button
My stereotype, do you really know who I am
My stereotype, do I really show what I can
My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand
And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am
How can I change your mind?
How can I change your mind?
How can I change your mind?
You better think quick 'cause we're running out of time
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Take It Forward - Dual Core
