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If fact I remember you |
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You rap too? Oh that's right |
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Yeah you used to come to my shows |
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Whenever I was in your city |
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I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit |
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Of being more intelligent than you looked |
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I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly |
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Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice? |
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[Verse] |
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Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do |
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Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you |
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I did it, a couple others did too |
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And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you |
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From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style |
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Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile |
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Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering |
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As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram |
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I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks |
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Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack |
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But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit |
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Up in the atmosphere with God in the cockpit |
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Self-deprecate my way to a better fate |
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Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate |
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Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes |
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Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape |
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Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain |
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And strange days that came with the mistakes |
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Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous |
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I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with |
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That's gotta hurt man, put it in the chorus |
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See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us |
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She like it, it helps her understand you |
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And you like it, it helps you understand too |
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And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control |
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When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold |
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Breathe in slow, conserve the temper |
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Show these mother fuckers what this microphone is meant for |
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Try not to curse, it hurts the verse |
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It proves that you have a strong lack of better words |
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But sometimes nothing can replace a cut |
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Just turn up the bass and come face the front |
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They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say |
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And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay |
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Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way |
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Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today |
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I nominate myself as the governor |
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Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't fuckin her |
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Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program |
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Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams |
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Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis |
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Anyone else done the work, can take chances |
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First and the last months rent takes precedent |
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Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element |
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Don't give a fuck what ya'll think of Slug |
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Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood |
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And blame it on that life you don't live |
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But shit talking says more about you than we kid |
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[Outro] |
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And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) [repeated in background as well] |
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And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember |
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You are not who you wish you were |
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You are not what you wish you were right? |
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Do me a favor man, you hate me? |
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Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me |
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Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man |
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Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM [repeated] |
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[altered lyrics from song "BAM"] |
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We land on your plate like a housefly |
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Just another face from the southside |
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The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry |
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While I try not to make your doll cry |
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What you call "fly"? What you call "fresh" |
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Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death |
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I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath |
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That was never impressed by what's possessed |
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Girlfriend I need your help |
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Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself |
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And when you're ready come around uptown |
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Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down |
