| Okay, yeah
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| I remember way back, I mean, way back, ages
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| 8th grade I think, feels like yesterday
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| Bowl cuts was the craze, I was crazy
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| Long blonde hair all over the place
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| And I’m pale as I ever was, baby face
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| With a frame like a skeleton
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| Skinny kid, no, friends with bout everyone
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| No shit, I was cool, I had plenty fun
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| But one wish, I would grow up big
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| No, not built, but they say drink my milk
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| Didn’t get nowhere, switched up diet
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| Started having hip-hop, pops didnt buy it
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| Wanted more Springsteen, Earth, Wind, Fire
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| Felt that was fine but to rhyme, had to try it
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| Couldn’t hide the fact I wanted to rap
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| Bought Jay-Z's CD with my own cash, man
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| And that was back around '98
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| With the Annie sample and Money Ain’t A Thang
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| And eventhough I really couldn’t relate
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| I kept studying and listening and stuffing my face and now
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| I don’t feel like I’m fallin' (Cause I’m so high that)
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| I don’t feel like I’m fallin' (And I’m so fly that)
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| I don’t feel like I’m fallin' (Cause I’m so high that)
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| I don’t feel like I’m fallin'
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| Then came high school
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| Started picking up a mic, thought I was cool
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| My friends said homie you know that your white, dude
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| I said What? |
| Fa real? |
| Oh it’s all good
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| Cause like this, when I tried it, liked it
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| Flipped it, hyped it, insisted the mic
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| Cause this shit’s just right
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| Just like that, 9th grade footy heard
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| Straight from the Philly burbs, feel me? |
| pretty sure
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| Suburban Threat was the name and we really were
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| Steady wasting the day spittin' silly verses
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| No curses, writing bout our girlfriends
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| Ballpoint pen, mines spinning like a whirlwind
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| Getting on the mic, I’m a wizard like merlin
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| Breaking barriers, tearing walls like it’s berlin
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| And I think it was the summer of 12th grade
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| When Uncle C passed away, leaving us empty
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| And it hurt real bad
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| Disturbed real sad
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| But we had to move on
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| So infact, real fast, we wrote this song
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| Bout fallen ones and miscues and misviews
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| Of the misuse of words used to diss dudes
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| So true, in a serious face
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| I’m convinced God works in mysterious ways
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| Like everything happens for a reason
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| I had to believe it cause that would explain why they leave us
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| As in people that mean everything
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| I got love for them all, they’ll be there if I fall but |