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So I'm finally gettin' home from off tour |
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Been gone since I can' t even remember when |
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I start wakin' up in my bed not knowin' where I'm at man |
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The bad part is I look over at my wife |
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And like I don't know who this person is in my bed (Tell me is it real?) |
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I'm buggin' out |
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If I wake up in a hotel room |
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Or on the bunk of a bus |
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Middle of nowhere, shit I'm completely fine |
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But let me wake up in my crib |
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I get to flippin' my wig |
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Anywhere as long it isn't mine |
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I've been on the road seven |
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Out the past eight months |
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You wanna live you gotta give |
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Your lovin' fans what they want |
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So if they want the truth |
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You gotta tell 'em it's here |
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Ask Randy Hawkins man |
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I had a helluva year |
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My first headlining tour |
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My album in stores |
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And I finally got to see |
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What all that grindin' been for |
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To get down for the cause |
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And catch a round of applause |
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And to see the shit I spit |
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Get printed out in the source |
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My heroes brung me on tour |
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I said allahu akbar |
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Thank you God |
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I don't know what else |
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I could bother you for |
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Got me out in California |
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At this Wal-Mart store |
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With the lord rockin' |
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We chillin' shoppin' for drawers |
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I blew my little video budget |
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I figured **** it |
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You only live once |
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You better entertain your public |
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I did freeze my nuts |
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In D.C. on a handy cam |
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On the white house lawn |
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Rappin' Uncle Sam Goddamn |
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Shook hands with Busy Bee |
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I said his line from Wild Style |
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The Bee part B and he smiled |
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So I'm out in the bay |
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With Fred Hampton Junior |
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Somebody made away |
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With my goddamn computer |
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I caught a flight home |
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On my 30th birthday |
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A gift courtesy |
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Of my main man MURS see |
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I needed to see my wife |
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And Faheem in the worst way |
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Ended up havin' both |
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A blessed an a cursed day |
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As I walked on stage |
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To give 'em these raps |
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My DJ's wife was on |
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That bridge that collapsed |
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She ended up breakin' her back |
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And gettin' roughed up |
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But she already walkin' |
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You bad mother ****er |
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It's real as can be |
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I keep my people with me |
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And that's B.K., Drinkula |
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And King So Key |
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Rhymesayers entertainment |
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And what more can I say? |
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Except I gotta brand new |
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Baby daughter on the way |
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(Tell me is it real?) |