| I was young and hungry
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| Energy of ten MCs
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| Had to get you, then I got ya
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| Like I’m ten MCs
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| Every single battle that I crossed they remember me
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| As that MC that could freestyle for days, literally
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| Give it to me was nothing, except that something that
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| Sepperated me from those that hated me
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| I remember vividly what he did to me
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| This mentor, that objective, my style the law
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| Introduced me to the game, I respected my name
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| Anybody singing live would quickly go insane
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| In the mean time, as I continued my grind
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| I was here, chage your distance
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| Indeed that was mine
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| My energy quickly turned into paranoia
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| Like that means that I suppose I’ll quickly destroy ya
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| Wack tunes, wack tunes, So I let it go
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| Am I just a composer
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| We all need to grow
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| So, so, so, so, so, so
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| The road I walk on is always lonely
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| The other roads they’d be mostly phony
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| And if you think that you’ve come to know me
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| Oooh please
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| You talk about it like you’re all about
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| But you jump around it
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| Moving your mouth a bit make ye sound slick
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| But nothing’s coming out of it
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| Trying to hold me down a bit
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| I’m coming out, try to hold me down, I’m coming now
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| Say I’m nicking your flow, said you did it before
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| But man he did it before, no way who did it before?
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| I just spit what I know
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| While you’re sitting on your throne
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| And you’re digging on your own just a little too long, ain’t it?
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| You see it all, you’re ten feet tall
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| But you can’t hit the b’loon cause your wein’s too small (whaat?)
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| I ain’t your shelt rock, I’m your Mau’faq, I’m your roadblock
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| Making sure your whole fucking flow stops
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| Patience and persitence
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| Is what it takes in order to get this
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| This ain’t no picknick, no walk in the park
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| Into hip-hop ever since I was a kid
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| Ever since these so called…
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| Golden years throughout the years
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| I’ve seen many MCs go home in tears
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| I’ve seen carreers last no longer than a year
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| They drop a track with a lyric and then they dissapear
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| Just like that, never to be heard of again
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| As for me, I got different plans
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| Want this whole wide world to know about me man
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| I’m Ten, I’m known as Gotcha!
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| Damn, I’ve got the munchie
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| I’m an order to Chef’Special
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| Mmmmwaaah, Chef’Special
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| The road I walk on is always lonely
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| The other roads they’d be mostly phony
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| And if you think that you’ve come to know me
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| Oooh please
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| The road I walk on is always lonely
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| The other roads they’d be mostly phony
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| And if you think that you’ve come to know me
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| Oooh please
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| The road I walk on is always lonely
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| The other roads they’d be mostly phony
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| So if you think that you’ve come to know me
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| Oooh please
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| The road I walk on is always lonely
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| The other roads they’d be mostly phony
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| And if you think that you’ve come to know me
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| Oooh please babe
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| Oooh please babe
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| Oooh please babe
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| I wish I’ll ever see you do, move, just like I move
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| Oh just do, just like I do. |
| Oh
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| Why can’t that just be you, that just be you
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| I wish I’ll ever see you sleep and dream
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| Just like I sleep and dream
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| You told me you was gonne make it right
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| I could get all political and stuff if you’d like
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| If my vibe’s not enough, then Imma spit in that mic rough
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| Describe what and why your government lies
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| They’re putting dimes in their own pockets under the sky
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| Thats right, sometimes lies don’t take place under the sky
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| On the rooftop of the Whitehouse, what a surprise
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| War-fighting, bombs-dropping fuckers for life
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| Nothing but to shoulder their dads
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| Not to forget that woman, that lovable child
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| They all die the moment that the bomb strikes
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| Heat still fucking up their bodies and minds
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| But yo thats allright to them, they got their goldmines
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| What be that power and greed leading us to such greed
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| For good erease that shit if people believe
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| That love reaches way deep change can be made for that day
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| I wish I’ll ever see you do, move, just like I move
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| Oh just do, just like I do. |
| Oh
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| Why can’t that just be you, that just be you
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| I wish I’ll ever see you sleep and dream
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| Just like I sleep and dream
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| You told me you was gonne make it right
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| We could, we could neglect
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| Except the facts
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| Forget the present, damn yo forget the past
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| And let it all pass, smoke a little bit of the grass |
| Hide behind fiction, for real life is fast
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| Sometimes way to fast for me, I can’t catch up
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| But that shit’s misleading, leaves you messed up
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| Your eye from the ball, that’s exactly what they want
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| They use that to pull shit on us and play dumb
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| The next statement they make we’d be like 'okay.'
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| They’re eve little pricks
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| They’re lying in your face
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| And they just get away with it
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| Get to fucking play with it
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| Ay now that’s some crazy shit
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| You sit and wait for it
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| I ain’t gonna be that fucking puppet
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| Ain’t no bait
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| No thats not what we put here
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| Thats not what we made no
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| If that shit is true Imma fall down and break
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| Break
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| I wish I’ll ever see you do, move, just like I move
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| Oh just do, just like I do. |
| Oh
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| Why can’t that just be you, that just be you
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| I wish I’ll ever see you sleep and dream
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| Just like I sleep and dream
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| You told me you was gonne make it right
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| Ah
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| And if you need it, well come on seek it
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| Let you forget to play your part of the show
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| Well if you need it now
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| Bring your secrets
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| Its time to strip that hate you got to the bone
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| And if you need it, well come on seek it
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| Let you forget to play your part of the show
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| Well if you need it now
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| Bring your secrets
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| Its time to strip that hate you got to the bone
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| You with me?
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| I said to the bone! |