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Eric Champion It Came To Me

I keep learning The hard way And giving it one more day Then all of a sudden? It came to me It came to me It came to me It came to me And the light

em in the pile with the rest of em When I flip it and hit it, some brothers don't get it They want me to kick it like others - forget it I tailor-made

this profession, droppin' rhymes on drums It's automatic that static comes automatically to me I've had it for longest been at it So call it fad, it doesn't Sweat me or get me