| They say what they say
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| Uh-huh
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| But they do what they do
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| What about you?
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| They said what they said
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| Anyway
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| They did
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| OK! |
| Ha! |
| Yo!
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| It a’int testin' my patience
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| If you question my greatness
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| Fans will never debate this
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| Fuck your revelations
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| Brains changed
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| Through the chemical agents
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| I’m brave mane
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| Better than those
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| Who never would say shit
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| They poppin' they lip off
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| And they often will flip flop
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| Kill 'em and resurrect 'em
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| When they coffin get ripped off
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| Cats easily fall back
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| I can call that
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| Immediately all whack
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| Get your balls back
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| The world keeps spinning
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| These twenty four hours
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| As the earth keeps moving
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| Bodies three sixty fives
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| There’s more galaxies
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| Than there’s sand on the beach
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| And I think the universe
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| Wants me to see the lies
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| What I want more than anything
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| Is my trees legalized
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| Yea that’s the way
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| At least a dab a day
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| Sunday to Saturday
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| Suckers be
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| Looking for
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| Notoriety
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| Tryin' me
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| But they dyin'
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| Silently
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| Trying to see
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| How pious that I could be
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| They say what they say
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| They do what they do
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| But I’ma keep it true
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| What about you?
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| They said what they said
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| Did what they did
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| But we gonna keep
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| It raw with this true spit
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| No deal on substance
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| No frills
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| Dope deals
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| Dope skills on mics
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| That broke steel
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| No damage
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| So Oaklandish
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| Deep rooted
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| In the town
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| Where we compound soul
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| And street music
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| Underground dub
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| Local to bicoastal
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| To global
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| Off a load of
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| Dope potables
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| Colder than fly vocals
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| And the uncontrollable urge
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| To expose the Pinocchios
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| They bullshit with clowns
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| This a’int my first rodeo
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| Polio carriers a’int got a leg to stand on
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| I’m slappin' empty pockets like I’m practicin' handbone
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| First person quick scopin'
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| Tryin' to get my camp on
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| But addressin' the real
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| In every letter I put my stamp on
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| Headphones blastin' like a drummer in my brain
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| But Katniss got you thinkin' that my hunger is a game
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| So when I catch firewires they runnin' from the flame
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| You bastards ass backwards you goin' against the grain
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| They say what they say
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| They do what they do
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| But I’ma keep it true
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| What about you?
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| They said what they said
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| Did what they did
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| But we gonna keep
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| It raw with this true spit
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| Suckers be
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| Looking for
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| Notoriety
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| Tryin' me
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| I’m brave mane
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| Better than those
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| Who never would say shit
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| No frills
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| Dope deals
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| Dope skills on mics
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| That broke steel
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| OK!
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| People be leaking and thinkin' they strong
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| When they really weak and not peepin' them
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| Look at me, get why they tweakin'
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| But then
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| I begin speakin'
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| Some of the things
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| That my pen be leakin'
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| Even English comedy brings
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| The song that I’m singin'
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| Is swingin'
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| And I hope you get the meanin'
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| Even if it’s a
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| Minor inconvenience
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| That’s my word
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| You say it then display it
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| Action verb
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| Engrave it in the pavement
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| Just to make it concrete
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| And to let 'em know
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| That I’m hella indelible
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| I live my life to the beat
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| I’m too nice
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| To have to be nice
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| But before I knew that shit
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| I paid a hell of a price
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| Everybody got an impurity
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| Call the security
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| Speak freely and
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| Cure the disease
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| With ease
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| That’s the common denominator
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| That made a nominal figure greater
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| And degraded the drama of a hater!
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| They say what they say
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| They do what they do
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| But I’ma keep it true
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| What about you?
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| They said what they said
|
| Did what they did
|
| But we gonna keep
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| It raw with this true spit
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| They say what they say
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| They do what they do
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| But I’ma keep it true
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| What about you?
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| They said what they said
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| Did what they did
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| But we gonna keep
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| It raw with this true spit
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| And they’ve answered to the drama that a dame said
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| Show respect to this time past
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| Oakland niggas showin niggas
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| Patrollin' these mics while he’s aimin' his Tec
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| Hahahahaha
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| Hahahahahahahahaha |