| Enough of all that, let’s switch up the format,
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| And talk some more trash, I’m getting bored fast
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| Ain’t gonna talk gats, just hand-to-hand combat,
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| Man-to-man, full contact, on the floor mat,
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| Your weak blows are deflectable,
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| I’ll go toe-to-toe with you, at your own dojo,
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| Want none of you bozos at my show,
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| where some silly hoe’s shakin’her ass up in my video
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| I didn’t kick flows in the cold until my lips froze,
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| So folk can always tell me how my shit goes
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| I grab a pencil like it’s a pistol
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| But this way it isn’t problem if it hits you
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| You won’t see what you want from me,
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| So don’t come to me well «what's it all mean?"cause'
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Your lies is all I despise,
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| Been fightin’guys like you all my life and
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| They don’t mean a thing.
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| My best shit ain’t even on my set list,
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| Cus half the listeners can’t even get this,
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| So what! |
| you sold records, you ain’t respected,
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| You went too far and tried too hard to be accepted,
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| This can never be a thing of jealousy,
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| Just don’t be tellin’me to check the melody,
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| I got the better beats, got the better rhymes,
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| I made sure I bettered mine ahead of time
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| So what’s up kid? |
| Your big head’s been busted,
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| Don’t get disgusted, I’m just servin’justice.
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| You won’t see what you want from me,
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| So don’t come to me well «what's it all mean?"cause'
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Your lies is all I despise,
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| Been fightin’guys like you all my life and
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| They don’t mean a thing.
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| So don’t attempt, to beg for my pardon,
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| Cause’I’ll keep talkin’til’my arteries harden,
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| I’ve takin’losses, told off some bosses,
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| Sick of all them jobs that all make me nauseous,
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| It ain’t worth it, workin’for no purpose,
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| For cash I’m hurtin', future’s uncertain,
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| So I keep searching, livin’and learnin',
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| Earnest to earn everything I’m deservin'
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| If I can’t be on the stage with my band jammin',
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| I’ll be standin’on the street corner panhandlin'!
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| You won’t see what you want from me,
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| So don’t come to me well «what's it all mean?"cause'
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Your lies is all I despise,
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| Been fightin’guys like you all my life and
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| They don’t mean a thing.
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| You won’t see what you want from me,
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| So don’t come to me well «what's it all mean?"cause'
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Your lies is all I despise,
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| Been fightin’guys like you all my life and
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| They don’t mean a thing. |