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(Grouch) |
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What are you? |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like pretty things, I'm a simple man, really |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like pretty things, I like funny things |
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I like my high hats on eight notes Basic, |
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don't double up the flow I ride the beat; you chase it |
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Hennessey straight with the lemon squeezed to quench |
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Sounds from the town, they pound with intent |
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Experiment with this like it's different 'cause it is |
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They make the norm, and it's not what I live |
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I give my all and want to ball like y'all |
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But I can only spit my shit, you get it? |
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I'm not a clone; I got a zone, that Grouch fits in |
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Forever rockin' twenty-dollar pants to the end |
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I stand six-one and eat food with cheese in it |
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Make g's and spend it at the music store |
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I never use no more than my head to be led where I'm goin' |
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Knowin' points of interest well |
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And with the sense it takes to make underground tapes dope |
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I formulate how I set sail |
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Whether direct or retail I prevail on tracks |
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A few bars deep and bizarro on scratch (Ah, yeah) |
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Borrow from a batch of, let's say, garbage-ass records |
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Not too safe to me with few exceptions |
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True direction comes from inside the mind |
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And everything else is just accessories |
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That is my recipe for life, and the best in me |
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I want my lady here tonight caressin' me |
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Now you can pay me in this type necessity |
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Electricity of mic, invest in me the soul |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like pretty things, I'm a simple man, really |
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I'm just a simple man (Yes, I am) |
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I like funny things, I like beans and rice |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like stupid things, I'm a simple man, really |
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I'm just a simple man (What you like?) |
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I like funny things, I like cheap things |
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Give me the body of a goddess, Face from God |
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It's odd how things fall in place |
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I'm all about good taste, expensive or not |
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No sensitive spot in myself dupe, I like what I got |
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Now don't mistake man for mind, 'cause I'm not simple-minded |
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Just logical, efficient and completely on time |
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With my thoughts in the process always bring progress |
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I guess this clockwork enabled me to not work |
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Nine to five, I rhyme and drive to eat |
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Check the Internet, fuck and make a beat |
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Go to wack show, sometimes it's still fun |
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We criticize fools for bitin' on Big Pun |
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Since this is the West Coast I like my hip-hop bumpin' |
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Put heaten all some wacks with the side of sayin' something |
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In the trunk and in the earphones, I'll make it clear, homes |
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I'm all about how it sounds |
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I deal with audio, my graffiti looks like sh*t |
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I dress how I dress and can't really dance a lick |
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And chance is this shit might never catch on |
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But my friends like my songs, and I like my songs |
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Life-long endeavors for the pleasure |
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Measure of Sierra comin' weak, that's the treasure |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like basic things, I'm a simple man, really |
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I'm a smart man (Yes, I am) |
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I like pretty things, I like dope things |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like music fresh, I'm a simple man, get it? |
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I'm just a simple man |
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I like pretty things, I like pretty girls |
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(That's the point, got it? Not too hard. Yeah!) |
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(Don't you just be something on a shelf, just always be yourself.) |