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Amazing, felt like I was caged in |
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Wrote a rhyme and started blazing |
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Turn the page and you'll feel my raging |
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Thunder when my foot hits the pavement |
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Maxed out, grabbed the mic and blacked out |
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Punks spot the yang and backed out |
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Took the back route, rap up on them with the get out |
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They looked at me and passed out |
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Hungry, so it's gonna get ugly |
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I'm feeling like nobody loves me |
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Funky and I'm a microphone junky |
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Telling that from country to country |
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Major, I got the unique flavor |
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Bless you with my words like your saviour |
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Player, you better curb your behavior |
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Or I'm gonna have to dig your ass later |
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Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie |
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And I'm a microphone junkie |
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And I'm a microphone junkie |
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Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie |
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Glorious, got the fabric of warriors |
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Give all the chicks euphoria |
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Tapped it on the low I smashed it |
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Now she got her wig on backwards |
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So I asked her, who's a complete master |
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I make her heartbeat faster |
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Weirdos, mad jealous but scared though |
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This time I'm well prepared yo |
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Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie |
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And I'm a microphone junkie |
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And I'm a microphone junkie |
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Funky, and I'm a microphone junkie |
