| Not a single day goes by Without a million questions,
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| A million guesses and «YES SIR’S».
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| Just because they don’t know
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| That YOU’RE ALREADY BLESSED, kid
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| And you won’t invest in what the rest did.
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| They DON’T SEE POTENTIAL in you,
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| So they’re questionin' you.
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| That’s he best they can do To keep you down.
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| Like a merry — go — round you go around and around and around
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| Like a clown! |
| WHAT?
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| Something s wrong with the system you’re in and they’re gonna
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| Make you feel that you can resist in there.
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| If you believe everything they say
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| If you want to be safe, then STAY INSIDE OF YOUR CAVE
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| And BREAK ALL THE PROMISES that you gave to yourself!
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| If you believe everything they say
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| All your chances will fade away.
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| But if you see and hear with your heart,
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| You’ll be CHOSEN to tear them apart,
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| Like a king without a crown you run around.
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| You’re diften with a gift but a captain without a ship.
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| Givin' it all up is no option for you.
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| So do the best you can do And you will see there’ll be a breakthrough.
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| What do you want?
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| That’s all you need to know!
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| Just get yourself together and your ass is on the roll.
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| HELLYEAH! |
| Just step on or you’ll get stepped
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| Or you’ll get wrekked on …
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| Until they’ve got you trapped, son!
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| What do you want?
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| Once in a while there is a time
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| When I look up and I don’t even try
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| To understand what kinda man I am,
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| 'Cause I got masterplans!
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| Nice and easy that’s not me!
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| See me, I am the PHOENIX IN BLAKK!
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| R. o. |
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| — so don’t even try
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| To hit me 'coz I may hit you bakk!
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| People are tellin' the wikkedest things.
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| The bigger the mouth- the shorter the strings
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| That holdin' 'em back that makin' 'em dance.
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| And this is a fact I don’t understand
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| Why should I care about their opinion?
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| Why do they try to hold me down?
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| Is it because they know I can do much better than them
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| When I’m comin' around?
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| If I come by, then I come alone …
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| Alone with nothing but a microphone!
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| I’m able to rock and I’m able to roll
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| With blood and sweat and tears and soul!
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| When I do what I do best,
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| Then you’re gotta know that I spit on the rest,
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| I’m puttin' 'em bakk on mama’s breast …
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| That’s what you get when you’re fukkin' with BRASKO … Champion! |