| Back in the day I used to scrap
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| I’m not a thug any more
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| But some days
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| I just wanna be the man again
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| Back in the day it seemed like every angry
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| Teen was talkin' about packing a shank
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| And gettin' cream — what happened to the gangsta lean?
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| Eric B and Rakim said: «What happened to peace?»
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| Now they askin' what happened to strength?
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| The women say they want girth now? |
| Shit, what happened to length?
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| Sperm count goin' down so we packin' some blanks
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| And they laughin' all the way to the bank
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| Man, things done changed! |
| Where has all the violence gone?
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| Seems like people livin' three times as long
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| Life just goes on, it’s like survival of the strong
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| Got swallowed by a Hobbesian Leviathan
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| And why not? |
| Shit, I ain’t tryin' to abolish it
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| Women dominate men in college, I acknowledge it
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| So next they’re gonna take over science and politics
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| And business, but I guess I’m just kinda nostalgic
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| I mean, at least fighting men know who they are
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| You meet a soldier he can show you some scars
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| But muscle can’t win a contest over some jobs |
| So now we’re just good for opening jars
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| I used to be the man
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| But time has gone on ahead of me
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| And my strong hands
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| But I’m still holdin' on, movin' on
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| I was the man
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| Time has not been so good to me
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| And my hands
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| I’m still holdin' on
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| I was the man
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| What a fuckin' waste of upper body strength this is
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| I can dangle it for women like I’m angler fishin'
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| I got a voice full of bass, listen, ain’t it pimpin'?
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| But it came from male-on-male competition
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| And I’m afraid that’s a thing of the past
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| I mean things fall apart, don’t be thinkin' they last
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| But I keep lookin' for some answers when I listen' to rap
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| Like lookin' for the missing link in the grass
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| So where the gangsters at? |
| The males barin' they teeth
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| Starin' at weak opponents like: «I dare you to speak»
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| The Menace to Societies and American Me’s
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| Not these wealthy, frail, weak, self-parodies
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| I mean, things done changed! |
| Can you believe it?
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| Even the frickin' crime rate seems to be dippin'
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| And some people give police credit, but I’m with Steven Levitt |
| High risk fetuses are being rejected
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| Just ‘cause females get to control their own fertility
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| So murder and poverty drop, but not sociability
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| What happened to the criminals on killing sprees
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| Instead of fighting now, we all show civility
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| I used to be the man
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| But time has gone on ahead of me
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| And my strong hands
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| But I’m still holdin' on, movin' on
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| I was the man
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| Time has not been so good to me
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| And my hands
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| I’m still holdin' on
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| I was the man
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| Forty percent of men historically left descendents
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| While six out of ten died young or got rejected
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| Big winners and big losers, but women had it different
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| Eight out of ten of them had children who had children
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| And you wonder why we’re fuckin' obsessed with competition
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| Homo sapien males, yeah blazin' a trail
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| Makin' amazing creative displays, and chasin' tail
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| That lasts an extra decade when it’s grey and frail
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| Yeah, the Y Chromosome is a fucked-up mutation
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| And it sucks to face it, they call her 'Mother Nature'
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| But if you want love from her, well, get accustomed to waitin' |
| ‘Cause, brother, if you’re male she loves to hate you
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| She gives us testosterone, rage, and frustration
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| She gives us jealousy and lust, and a hunger for greatness
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| Plus our obsession with female reproduction is basic
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| But the women gotta have choice. |
| Fuck the 'Bush Administration'
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| Times change, this ain’t the Pleistocene
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| Feminism and civil rights have arrived on the scene
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| And not every guy is keen to let the violence be
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| I’m just tryin' to tame the beast inside of me
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| I used to be the man
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| But time has gone on ahead of me
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| And my strong hands
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| But I’m still holdin' on, movin' on
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| I was the man
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| Time has not been so good to me
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| And my hands
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| I’m still holdin' on
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| I was the man
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| Back in the day I used to scrap
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| I’m not a thug any more
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| But some days
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| I just wanna be the man again |