| I wrote my first rhyme
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| When I was ten years old
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| And since then I made sure
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| That the story was told
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| About the boy from the west
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| With the eastern soul
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| The people he befriended
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| And the paths they chose
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| I hop inside a booth
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| And dictate what I’m seeing
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| I don’t define words
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| I try to give em meaning
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| Can’t tell you why I do it
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| But I know that it’s for a reason
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| So I’ll never ever ever ever
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| Stop saying what I believe in
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| And I don’t even feel
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| Like going to school
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| I stay rapping
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| Cause that’s what I was born to do
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| I remember the first show
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| I rocked in my life
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| And now it’s like people know me
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| Just from rocking the mic
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| That’s why my Ma had
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| This Cape Verdean boy
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| For me to make music
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| And for you to enjoy
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| Create sounds you ain’t
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| Ever heard before
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| And keep your feet moving
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| Like you saw a rat on the floor
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| Dig it
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say |
| Hey
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| There once lived a boy
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| Who was afraid to fly
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| He always knew that he could do it
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| But he failed to try
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| Foolishly he would listen
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| To what people would say
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| Till the day he spread his wings
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| And finally went on his way
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| They said I was a fool from the start
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| Labeled a hooligan
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| Catholic education
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| Never see me in at school again
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| They grabbed me by the collar
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| And dragged me to believe
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| But I’m nobody’s nomad
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| I go where I please
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| Yo I am what I am
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| I do what I want
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| These people run around
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| In circles till they
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| Fall down and flop
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| I’m supposed to be impressed
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| By your cookie cutter fashion?
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| You magazine mimic-
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| Pseudo hipster ass bastard
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| I want to wake up
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| From this hella vicious dream
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| All these pretty plastic people
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| On my television screen
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| You’ll soon learn
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| Plastic ain’t as pretty as it seems
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| When the sun starts burning
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| And you’re melting from the heat
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| Dig it
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| If I listened to what people would say |
| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say
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| Hey
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| I remember the first day
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| The rhythm took over
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| My whole body began to tremble
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| Standing in front of the crowd
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| I sang out loud
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| In was, rewarded with ecstacy
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| My addiction became my greatest gift
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| Determined to use it
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| Make the paradigm shift
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| Wow, ooh!
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Hey, hey
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| Ohhh
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| Sing
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| Melody takes a hold of me
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| Music’s really got a hold of me
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| At night I can’t sleep
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| I say the music’s got a hold of me
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| Music’s got a hold of me
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| Melody got a hold of me
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| Music’s really got a hold of me
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Oh, if I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| If I listened to what people would say
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| Where would I be today?
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| Where would I be today
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| Want to know
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| Just where would I be today
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| Where would I be today |
| Want to know
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| Just where would I be today |