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Put me on public display and showcase |
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So there's an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me |
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I know you think it's a lie and it's a scam |
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Fuck the music, fuck the time, and fuck who |
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I amFrom where |
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I standWe digest shit like flies on trashcans |
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Overseers of the east revive wanting pentagrams |
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Time to open your mind |
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The possess by the rhymers eventually how they wind up |
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Damage, innocence isn't a friend |
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So it's hard to overlook and pretend where it all started |
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Half-hearted and semi-skilled |
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Still today unfuckwithable and unreal |
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Unbearable and unheard |
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Unmentioned and disrespected |
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I'm on levels and just worth |
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Subtract doesn't rob us of our confidence |
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But obstacles and booby traps are hateration nonsense[Chorus] |
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Now on the other end of this microphone |
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Is the problems of a man whose mind is fucked up |
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And on the other side of the speaker spark |
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Is a nation that don't give a fuck!(You think you don't care?) |
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Now on the other end of the raps we spit |
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You can see that we don't give a shit (I think you don't care?) |
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And on the other side of the music we play |
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I question if you still relate (Can you, can you relate?)[Monoxide Child] |
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Now I been both parted and spit on |
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Laughed at and hit on |
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You never had a clue that you were fucking with a time bomb |
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Now people see me on the streets and wanna talk |
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But when I lived right down the block though it was never worth the walk |
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And I ain't gotta talk, all |
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I had to do was sit and listen |
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Home in the dark hile you hope that |
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I diminish |
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And when I finish the judge will give me 20 years flat |
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Cause I went up in the studio and murdered the track |
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You got me pissed off and angry, you thought this would change me? |
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You gotta come better than that, |
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I ain't afraid see |
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Your pitt bulls are dead and whe're the only dogs left instead |
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To rightfully guide the mis-lead |
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It's been 10 long years and all my blood, sweat, and tears |
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It's the reason |
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I'm standing right here |
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Willing to die for mine, blinded by the shadows of crooks |
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Another day another page in the book[Chorus] |
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Are you ready? (Ready) |
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See us for who we are we ain't have no worrie right here |
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Are you ready? (Ready) |
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Do you relate to the pain of what we're saying in the music that you claim to hear |
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ReadySee us for who we are we ain't have no worrie right here |
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Are you ready? (Ready) |
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Do you relate to the pain of what we're saying in the music that you claim to hear |
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ReadySee us for who we are we ain't have no worrie right here |
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Are you ready? (Ready) |