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O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh Little H.R. in a Minor Threat |
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With a bad brain, and wants everything |
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Georgetown Punk, forget what you are |
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I'm a black cat shreddin' in a U-Haul |
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Used to be scared of death, I was scared to death |
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Of being just kept just 'cuz I wore pair of checks (Nikes) |
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Now I'm makin' real moves 'cuz we started young |
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Going to rap battles - with guitars and drums |
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Homie I am from where you need to be |
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Human rights are sung from the Green in me |
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I'm a top-notch art kid with rock chops |
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Yeezy ain't really put me on to no Fosgot |
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Oh, oh |
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Hooligans coming |
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Rude boy |
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Lootin' in London |
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Ain't no one fucking with me |
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Ain't no one fucking with me |
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Black Meadows, I'm a brother still |
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Got no rims, support my color well |
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Covered in Green, just like Congo |
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You can't just find me anywhere on Tourian so |
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I make rock music, yeah even through |
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My skin black, real black - Eddie Winslow |
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Since Nintendo I've been spittin' flows |
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Headbangin' to Nirvana, now I'm rippin' clothes |
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Not a hippie, no, I'm a District heathen |
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I can relate to Cali niggas in the Brooklyn figures |
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You be so strong, I mess you with another |
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Listen to one song, and think you know a color |
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O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh |
