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I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty |
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No marrow, no mass, but heart |
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I got plenty |
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Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in me |
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Lyndon, Jimmy, |
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Deloris, Jerry and |
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Uncle Ricky |
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My whole family tree 'bout as normal as me |
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Everybody got they own story of what's supposed to be |
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And what could've been, what should've been |
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Should've been led on to the fact that |
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I'm destined to never win |
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How come every record |
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I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin? |
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Pick it up if you need something to wipe while you're shittin' |
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Can't pipe down, boy, rappers need rippin' |
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I'll never be like |
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Mike or even |
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Scottie Pippen |
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Goofy A&R tell me the elements are missin' |
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Chippin' in his two cents, listen, nothin' is smitten |
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Sittin' on leavin' more brisk than |
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Lypton Nipped in the bud, how come your bomb record was a dud? |
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I should reap what |
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I sow, my life is just so ordinary, |
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I'm a ordinary joe |
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On the contrary this a new all-time low |
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This is a new all-time low |
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I should reap what |
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I sow, my life is just so ordinary, |
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I'm a ordinary joe |
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On the contrary this a new all-time low |
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On second thought |
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I get another chance tomorrow |
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This plastic life that we fed intravenously |
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The tubes that we watch religiously |
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Not real, nothin' is, nothin' begins without an end |
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This is big business but back to the test again |
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Justice will fail us we must look from within |
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This is the truth, |
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I got the blueprints right here in the booth |
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Is you in? |
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Then jump in, the deadpool is now accepting applications |
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For the nameless and faceless |
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The has-beens and the almost famous |
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Fucked in our anus without a reach-around |
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Reach way down until you found that dark somethin' hidin' out |
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Smoke from my lungs and flush from my liver ' |
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Til it slivers out my mouth hole |
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I remember how life was before my downfall |
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Before these wars closed in |
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Soaked in sweat, |
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A.K.A. Hard work'll get you nowhere, don't forget |
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A working class hero's nothin' to be |
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Trust me, don't do it, |
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I watched my old man go through it |
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And my whole family live with no respect, we give it |
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Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? |
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Working class hero's nothin' to be |
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Trust me, don't do it, |
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I watched my old man go through it |
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And my whole family live with no respect, we give it |
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Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? |
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Smidgeons and digits and acres of paper |
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Negotiations and crunchin' numbers, contracts |
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A new savior has attached to this beat like a serial rapist |
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The girls with short skirts and high heels on they feet |
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You'll never defeat me, |
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I'm a centipede |
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You cut off an end of me but |
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I only grow back stronger |
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There's no remedy |
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Honestly, |
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I never drank hennessy, |
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I can't afford it |
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I only drank forties, lordy lordy |
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No fuckin' bitches'll court me, distort the image of the world |
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But more importantly, there's more to me than meets the eye |
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I cordially invite you into the mind of a ordinary joe with an ordinary name livin' in a ordinary house never see things like fame, or money, bitches and champaigne |
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Your cause are lame, beats are weak and your raps sound the same |
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Ain't a god damned game, stop sayin' it is |
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I break my ribs tryin' to fill in these ad-libs |
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Mad kids can't see with closed eye lids |
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Still, half these |
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MC's don't know who |
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I is I should reap what |
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I sow, my life is just so ordinary, |
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I'm a ordinary joe |
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On the contrary this a new all-time low |
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This is a new all-time low |
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I should reap what |
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I sow, my life is just so ordinary, |
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I'm a ordinary joe |
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On the contrary this a new all-time low |
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On second thought |
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I get another chance tomorrow |
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A working class hero's nothin' to be |
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Trust me, don't do it, |
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I watched my old man go through it |
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And my whole family live with no respect, we give it |
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Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? |
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Working class hero's nothin' to be |
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Trust me, don't do it, |
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I watched my old man go through it |
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And my whole family live with no respect, we give it |
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Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? |
