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Word up, I'm talking to you |
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I'm making dope rhymes, that's what I do |
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Like a mad man, you know it's bad man |
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I slam a good goddamn |
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Well I've been burned so goddamn badly |
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I could just sit and sing the blues |
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But instead I'll make a fist, yeah |
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And make my own good news |
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Take my advice, yeah |
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You'll pay the price |
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Make it funky like this... |
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Good god.....Damn |
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I drop a syllable like 'yo' |
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What else is dissin' me |
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Huh, it's pissin me off |
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Rock me baby, WHAT!? |
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You don't mean that crap |
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But what the hell, if it sells |
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Damn, you're a sham |
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No thank you ma'am, BITCH!! |
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Oh, I've been burnt badly |
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I could just sit and sing the blues |
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But instead I'll make a fist, yeah |
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And make my own good news |
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Take my advice |
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You'll pay the price |
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Make it funky like this!!! |
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Good goddamn, tell you what, alles klar |
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And the nightmare of publicity begins |
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This is the time to find who are your true friends |
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I drain my brain, to be original |
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Build character, aboriginal |
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American music is what I grew into |
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To my contractor |
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Fuck you!!!! |
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I say we fear no evolution |
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Stand up, musical revolution |
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Follow me because we can never stop |
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And we'll never give |
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Cause this is how, we breath and live |
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And some of them whine |
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And some of them bitch |
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They cannot do it, we'll never switch |
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We do it for ourselves, we do it for you |
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If you don't like it well, I hope you do |