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Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler |
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Back |
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Caught you lookin' for the same thing |
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It's a new thing - check out this i bring |
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Uh oh the roll below the level |
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'cause i'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon |
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Turn up the radio |
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They claim that i'm a criminal |
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By now i wonder how |
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Some people never know |
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The enemy could be their friend, guardian |
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I'm not a hooligan |
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I rock the party and |
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Clear all the madness, i'm not a racist |
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Preach to teach to all |
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'cause some they never had this |
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Number one, not born to run |
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About the gun... |
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I wasn't licensed to have one |
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The minute they see me, fear me |
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I'm the epitome - a public enemy |
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Used, abused without clues |
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I refused to blow a fuse |
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They even had it on the news |
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Don't believe the hype... |
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Yes |
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Was the start of my last jam |
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So here it is again, another def jam |
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But since i gave you all a little something |
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That we knew you lacked |
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They still consider me a new jack |
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All the critics you can hang'em |
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I'll hold the rope |
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But they hope to the pope |
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And pray it ain't dope |
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The follower of farrakhan |
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Don't tell me that you understand |
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Until you hear the man |
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The book of the new school rap game |
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Writers treat me like coltrane, insane |
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Yes to them, but to me i'm a different kind |
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We're brothers of the same mind, unblind |
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Caught in the middle and |
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Not surrenderin' |
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I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' |
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Some claim that i'm a smuggler |
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Some say i never heard of 'ya |
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A rap burgler, false media |
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We don't need it do we? |
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It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? |
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Don't believe the hype... |
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Don't believe the hype - its a sequel |
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As an equal, can i get this through to you |
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My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk |
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All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk |
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Comin' from the school of hard knocks |
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Some perpetrate, they drink clorox |
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Attack the black, cause i know they lack exact |
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The cold facts, and still they try to xerox |
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Leader of the new school, uncool |
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Never played the fool, just made the rules |
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Remember there's a need to get alarmed |
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Again i said i was a timebomb |
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In the daytime the radio's scared of me |
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'cause i'm mad, plus i'm the enemy |
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They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime |
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'cause i know the time, plus i'm gettin' mine |
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I get on the mix late in the night |
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They know i'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike |
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Before i let it go, don't rush my show |
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You try to reach and grab and get elbowed |
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Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this |
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Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you |
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As you get up and dance at the lq |
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When some deny it, defy if i swing bolos |
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Then they clear the lane i go solo |
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The meaning of all of that |
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Some media is the whack |
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You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof |
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Suckers, liars get me a shovel |
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Some writers i know are damn devils |
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For them i say don't believe the hype |
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Yo chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? |
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Their pens and pads i'll snatch |
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'cause i've had it |
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I'm not an addict fiendin' for static |
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I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it |
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No, you can't have it back silly rabbit |
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I'm going' to my media assassin |
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Harry allen, i gotta ask him |
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Yo harry, you're a writer, are we that type? |
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Don't believe the hype |
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I got flavor and all those things you know |
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Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show |
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Yo griff, get the green black red and |
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Gold down countdown to armageddon |
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-88 you wait the s1ws will |
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Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar |
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Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard |
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Some sau i'm negative |
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But they're not positive |
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But what i got to give... |
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The media says this |
