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Atmosphere |
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Miscellaneous |
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Party For the Fight To Write |
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* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... |
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[Slug] |
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Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap |
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Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat |
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He lies, but only when there's a reason |
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Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season |
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Poor at handling and managing income |
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Got enough love to pass around and then some |
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Been done, that there a name you can trust |
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Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush |
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Good with packs, and rips up sacks |
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Put the show in biz, try to give what you get |
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When you let him run free with the thought |
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Pull the line in, try to see what you caught |
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I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great |
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I Went back to the lab and began to mutate |
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Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name |
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Ain't a damn thing changed |
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But if you like surprises, I know of a party |
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Where they all dance around to your heart beat |
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Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws |
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Lets put a face on this common cause |
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And he said some got pencils and some got guns |
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Some know how to stand and some of them run |
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We don't get along, but we sing the same song |
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Party for the fight to write, and write on |
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Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken |
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Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open |
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The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths |
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Its all therapy, on top of turntablists |
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This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?) |
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We can all get some, and we can give some back |
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And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise |
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So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys |
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As a child Hip Hop made me read books, |
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And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook |
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And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say |
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And all I took in return is a second look |
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Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there |
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Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care |
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The circle of life trying to make it square condition |
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And self sit still |
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And Still.. where have all the sheep gone |
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Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on |
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John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party |
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chorus |
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And if I spent anymore time inside my head |
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I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed |
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And if I go another day without eating a meal |
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I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real |
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And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block |
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I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops |
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And if I gotta hear that song ever again |
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You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend |
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They mistake me as happy-go-lucky |
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Just another base-head bobbin' nobody |
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But from where I stand, they sould like spies |
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Fillin' all the children's head with lies |
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Well alright, get your money right |
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But right now tonight I want you to pick a side |
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So when you got your power and you got your chedder |
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Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better |
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Bring it on.. he said bring it on (right now) |
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Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on |
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chorus |