| there are lots of signs in life
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| some that you may not like
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| you could be living this minute
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| the next minute your gone away
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| so hold up your heads my brothers
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| and be concious my sisters
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| and by the worse you will get paid
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| true, you can move food on the streets
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| did a bit of that got bored of that
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| didnt move the brown or da crack
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| use to pick up for the facts
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| I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
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| Stack to buy out the stores n that
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| Didn’t give a shit about laws or that
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| But I did give a shit about getting locked up
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| Or get boxed up, sentenced you’ll get about 4 for that
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| Crap, you aint so rich now
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| I bet you feel like a prick now
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| Coz where’s all your fancy shit now
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| Where’s your whips, chicks and your bits now
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| Shit, you should have fixed up
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| Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up
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| And it was all for the big bucks
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| Now you’re sitting in a cell doing sit ups
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| Blood I told you this shit’s fucked
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| The ghetto lifestyle’s too much
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| If I bust, be proud of me
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| But you can’t take it out of me
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| So im a bit stuck
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| But, I got too much to lose now
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| Love my life, and I don’t wanna lose out
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| Im still about, Im home sweet home
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| In the ends, like I don’t wanna move out
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| Im too proud
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| Look, you can do moves on the street
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| Id rather spit bars on the beat
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| Id rather that than nick cars every week
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| But jack is when I split scars with the heat
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| So Im solo like the guitars and the beat
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| But this rhyming shit is for me
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| I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this
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| And I’ve even writ bars in my sleep
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| But I aint on hype, I’ve had enough phase
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| Ghetto’s probably inside, hope he bust K’s
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| That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race
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| You can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right
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| And I was wrong again
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| But Im strong again
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| Still moved on again
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| Ten more minutes and I writ another song again
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| If I can do it, you can im a true fan
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| Up and coming MC’s big up you man
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| The doors open but I aint through man
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| Im’a ball through like a cue dan
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| Watch me, aint gonna let no-one stop me
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| UK im gonna break you properly
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| And If you aint gonna watch me do that, move back
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| Who’s that? |
| K-A … I knew that
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| And I know its not easy, and I know what you’re feeling
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| Just believe me
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| I fear my safety, I fear im bait, but I cant put my skills to waste
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| Because if you’re living by the gun you surely will get blazed
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| I still gon' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away
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| Refuse to die before I try then put the mic away
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| This life of K, is just one big hype for praise
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| Right, night, record then start to write okay
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| But Im just saying, back on hype of Kane
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| But only Im to blame
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| Today I saw the signs that came, and it’s got a good look
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| But that’s life they say, crime pays
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| And Ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay
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| But grime aint making me mill’s
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| So Im picking up a 9 today
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| And spittin' aint getting me deals
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| But this shits just getting real |