| That’s loud and unbendin'
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| I spend my time healin' and mendin', together
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| It’s a question of whether live positive well I give
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| P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
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| Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
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| SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
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| I’m down for our days of glory
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| It’s easy to do when you’re up with Sexton
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| A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one
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| Would you know, you’re a bro
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| I flow in that circumstance
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| You’ll get your chance
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| Because payback is a motherfuckin' mission
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| To the sharp-ass rocks slippin' on us but we rock
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| It comes to writin' on us derision
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| Sendin' you a voice now we’re sendin' you a vision
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| And those who fought me
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| They say they taught me everythin' I know
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| I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit
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| So sick of me knowin' everything, saying
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| In your face, that’s right
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| And it feels so good
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| In your face, yeah
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| It feels so good
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| Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say
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| Settin' forth a course I’m really wiggin' out
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| In my dome I roam, no time to doubt
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| Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin'
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| Now you’re sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin'
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| Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
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| Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob
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| We ain’t new to Jack Swing, the groove and that
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| We got crazy factiffs and we all that
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| I don’t often rock and I’m a laureate
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| I don’t pull the punch you know I’m throwin' it
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| Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
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| You’re stalkin' the mind of a punk that’s next
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| I get restarted now that I started you know
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| A condition which I keep close together
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| Like the kind buds you know my scene
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| My team thinks I sin supreme
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| But you, the weasel
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| Try to bring us down but in reality
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| It make you look like a clown
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| Too bad cause we’ll be sittin' in the sun
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| And choose a rocky ass fast ball
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| In your face, that’s right
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| And it feels so good
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| Choose a lock y’all
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| In your face, yeah
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| It feels so good
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| Yo, P-Nut, beat that thing
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| Won’t you warm the mic Nicholas
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| Can’t get with this my stream
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| Of conscience is a sea
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| Much like Bukowski with a rage
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| Speakin' to page
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| Beasts in the cage
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| Jumpin' off the stage
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| Divin', thrivin'
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| Strivin' for a better day or say
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| Beat back by flesh
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| Shattered doors braggin' fists
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| To the sky we’re feelin' high
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| Has to live and die
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| Just take a moment
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| To have a bit once in a while
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| You know, you know
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| I do it daily and like it
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| But that’s my style, yeah, here I go
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| In your face and down your throat
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| And it feels so good, 'fraid so
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| Fuck it up y’all
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| In you face and down your throat
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| It feels so good, that’s all |