| They say you die alone, wake up right at home
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| Close your sleepy eyes and roll into the great wide unknown
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| That’s why I don’t sleep through the night
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| I leave my light aglow, writing notes to places that I’d like to go
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| Carry a lighter load than in my yesteryear
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| Cause I left the fear I kept inside behind like an empty beer
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| I’m so grateful mother nature
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| Cause I’m my own label, stubborn agent, and engineer
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| I’m both playful and hateful, which makes me
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| Just about the most able stallion in the whole stable
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| Gallant with the talent, with that says I won’t wait til
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| The rap scene gets pissed away like your old cradle
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| I’m Old Faithful when I spout out the mouth
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| And bring the rainfall down on your house
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| The louder you shout for help
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| The more you cowards’ll doubt yourself
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| Most rap fans are Batman without the belt
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| Not braves, standard hip hop slaves
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| Never take advantage of the canvas that god gave
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| My curse is that I’m diverse and got flavor
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| Passed on by birth, so I can’t fix my odd ways
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| Why would I try to? |
| Change me and deny you
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| I’m too lost in the cause of trying to find truth
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| Undenied proof that there’s still reason to run and buy tunes
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| As long as there’s still someone like Lou
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| I dance to the beat of my own drummer
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| Advanced on the beach as a lone gunner
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| The strong branch on the old spruce
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| So it should come as no wonder how I stand on my own two
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| Yo, check it, understand I know my place
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| I never hesitate or waste
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| I simply demonstrate and lace the style
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| With thoughts of grace …
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| And hold my own, and only
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| When I’m at home up on the stage alone
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| Enraged inside a poem, I’m zoning out
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| I’m holding on to moments, indulging you
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| But I love it, and what I love
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| Is destroying the wack opponents,
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| I live it, I give it a little bit of this driven energy
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| I’m in it just to win it, I
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| Follow my own plans, stand on my own, I’m my own man
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| Yeah. |
| of the program? |
| Nah
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| A lone gunner,
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| Some of the funner numbers
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| That I’ll have you huming in the summer
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| To sum it up, some of us are just plain capable
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| While other microphone fiends scream plain breakable
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| Brake and pull away from the fake lane, let it go
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| Let 'em know today so the game don’t take a fall
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| Yeah, yo, I walk, through the valley
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| Of the battles and fresh, I shall fear no feeble
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| Louis Logic and Bugz, the lone gunners
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| Putting suckers to rest
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| Soon to be napping, there ain’t no usual scrapping
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| We got the …
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| …absentminded
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| …But now it’s in my possession
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| To murder wack emcees stepping, I let 'em have it
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| A lone gunner with ease
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| Hesitate to take a shot, you’ll maybe succeed
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| Yeah, Bugz, Louis Logic
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| (LL: tell 'em Bugz)
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| LL: Louis Logic and Bugz |