| Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
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| To show our appreciation for your support
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| Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
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| Thank you, DJs
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| Dilated, let’s go
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| Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
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| Check it
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| Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
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| Yo, first up, I stay updated
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| Stay in the zone, an' no question, stay 'Dilated'
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| Understand, I exercise patience
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| Respect my paths 'cause the road, these cats paved it
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| Now that we’ve got that straight, it’s time to move on
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| I don’t train for sprints, I train for marathons
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| A long haul, we’re built for this
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| It’s proven, every year, more people cop our shit
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| The point I’m gettin' at, we’re buildin' a army
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| Couldn’t thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
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| Right now, we’re parked in a comfortable spot
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| By 2004, we’re out to own the whole lot
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| Out for the top, to settle for less, the short change
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| So we keep our heads with us, as there’s more to gain
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| An' with war is pain, so we roll the dice
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| It’s all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price, check it out y’all
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| Yo, they go off when they go on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| Pace yourself so you can face yourself
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| Run hard, you really only race yourself
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| Yo, they go off when they go on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| But we don’t run from shit, we run to it
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| Might run over your shit or run through it
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| I crack my own tooth, man, rap’s a tool
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| Just to spit crowns an' leave your head wrapped with jewels
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| Respect that, even if you don’t respect that
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| Label politics is just a minor setback
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| As long as we’re willin' an' our heart is still in it
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| In the marathon, the artists will win it
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| Even though they want me to bite my tongue
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| Where I’m comin' from it’s like 'Fuck that, I’ll still win it'
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| The long run separates the weak an' strong one
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| Never underestimate how deep the songs run
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| Pace yourself so you can face yourself
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| Run hard, you really only race yourself
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| Yo, clap your hands, your hands you clap
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| Expansion Team rap, then expand the map
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| With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
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| Stamina, Rakaa’s a party flow master like this
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| Yo, they go off when they go on, on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| Pace yourself so you can face yourself
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| Run hard, you really only race yourself
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| Yo, they go off when they go on, on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| But we don’t run from shit, we run to it
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| Might run over your shit or run through it
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| I’m like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds
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| Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
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| Some can’t carry on, they’re tired or feel ill
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| But in the end, real soldiers are still will
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| Sometimes, it’s just spectators an' gladiators
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| Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
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| To Buddy, Princess an' Jalen, congratulations
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| This year, there’s less funerals than graduations
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| Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue
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| Standin' ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
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| A new era, placed first, style pursuin'
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| The shoe fits? |
| Wear it, it’s based on you an'
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| Your off beat DJ, anythin' he play
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| Sounds like Babu, pulled the plug with no delay
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| This homestretch, I’ve saved my last breath
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| I push full throttle, no rest 'til nothin’s left, it’s the marathon
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| Yo, they go off when they go on, on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| Pace yourself so you can face yourself
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| Run hard, you really only race yourself
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| Yo, they go off when they go on, on
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| On an' on, on an' on, marathon
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| But we don’t run from shit, we run to it
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| Might run over your shit or run through it
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| Clap your hands, clap your hands, come on
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| Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
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| Check it, Expansion Team forever an' the Alchemist
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| It’s the marathon |