| I’ve spent years on the scene and I’ve done my time
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| I was never given anything, I’ve earned what’s mine
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| I defy all lines, I will not retreat
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| You can’t buy me, I spit right in the face of defeat
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| This is my class; |
| Top Brass, a bold breed
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| A caliber conceived, birthed and born to lead
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| To be the first pick, first string, first in, front line
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| Screaming into the sky, «The World is Mine!»
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| I define defiance, represent rebellion
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| Embody true autonomy, have been through hell
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| And still do what I choose, been battered and bruised
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| Yeah I’ve taken many beatings and gladly paid all my dues
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| But I refuse to dummy down and follow the herd
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| I’m gonna say what I believe and stand by my word
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| See, I’ve never known the taste of a silver spoon
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| Never took the blue pill, not to mention I’m immune
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| Can’t be controlled, won’t do what I’m told
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| I’m not a number, a name tag, or fit into a mold
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| As my story unfolds I will proudly stand
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| Forever unapologetically; |
| I don’t give a damn
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| This is…
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| WHO I AM (what I believe)
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| WHO I AM (with every breath I breathe)
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| WHO I AM (tried and true)
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| The only thing to be in this world is you
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| Substance, with every single syllable I bring
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| 'cause you can talk all day long and never say a thing
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| We don’t even need the music for me to convey I’m not playing
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| I’ll write it out in Braille, you can feel what I’m saying
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| THAT’S REAL
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| No facade, I will never be part of propped up pop propaganda, fake art
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| With no heart, no soul, I cannot be sold
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| I’ll be the bright light in a dark mine that’s black as coal
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| Whether I’m mocked, blocked or knocked -- still I’ll never stop
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| Like a rock, as consistent as hands on a clock
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| You can bet I’m gonna be locked, loaded, ready for a test
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| I don’t walk and talk, I DO better than the best
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| No vest on my chest, I’m not afraid to die
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| I’ve been blessed, so I live every minute I’m alive
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| And I take this vow; |
| while I’m here above ground
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| NEVER WILL I EVER BACK UP OR BOW DOWN
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| (BRIDGE)
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| When death comes to get me I’ve got no regrets
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| I threw it all on the table when I placed my bet
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| Said it all, did it all, and I’d do it again just so…
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| SO THE WORLD WILL KNOW |