| Here we go again
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| Run into me when you find out you got no friends
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| I’m sick of your pretence
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| A pose upon man say you big dog upon your rates
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| Thats a lie, ay?
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| It’s funny how life comes and scolds a dude
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| Certain people don’t wanna learn but he shows a 'tude
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| And those blokes never used to go to school
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| Now they wanna come and push up with some playground moves
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| And a grown man should put down those childish things
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| And let the knowledge of one’s self resinate within
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| But something in his life isn’t right with him
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| He’s caught up in the hype and it bites within
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| And I hear him say he closer to the pirating
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| There ain’t no business of my own and that’s his private ting
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| And these days I really can’t be tight with him
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| Back in the days we used to raise, we used to blaze the wing
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| That was then, now is now
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| We flex a little different
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| We more significant, we more eloquent
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| We more relevant, hyptic element
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| Set for the betterment, and now we’re telling them…
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| I told the boy that it’s best that he knows his self
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| Take time with his study and he grows his self
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| Be aware of the mimicry of prankster life
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| Theres truely few on the road that lead a gangster life
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| Best we motivate and give thanks for life
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| Or wind up paying at a costly price
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| Big our minds up, quick to be hypnotised
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| Fighting for monitary crumbs, and feable prize
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| Judge it, blessed we are
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| And people with a small mind, streched with nah
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| Power with the paranoid, putrid debaters
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| Lonely patriots, trapped in the matrix
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| Blind to the sacred
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| Nature of the sufferer, to reinvent
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| And heal thy self with the wealth and the know-how
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| Power to pursue, shall get through
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| Rebel on the hurt now, Rebel know truth
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| Here we go again
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| Run into me when you find out you got no friends
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| I’m sick of your pretence
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| I push up on man say you big dog upon your rates
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| Thats a lie, ay?
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| Here we go again
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| Run into me when you find out you got no friends
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| I’m sick of your pretence
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| I push up on man say you big dog upon your rates
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| Thats a lie, ay? |