| I know that everything that goes up, must come down
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| And everybody with luck, must run out
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| Ya, so now I’m contemplating, like 'what's up now'
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| The music thing is all gone, but I’ll suck it up proud
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| I did more than I imagined, tours I couldn’t fathom
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| Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it
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| If any opportunity came, I had to grab it
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| Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it
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| Not a superstar and never wanted that
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| But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass
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| Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John’s to BC
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| They came out the wood work, to see me speak
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| That was paradise
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| I went thru all types of bullshit, the story go way back
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| And I’m proud of myself now, though its corny to say that
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| Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance
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| Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance
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| I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance
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| Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen
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| Emcees are often dissin, like I’m the man to beat
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| Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me
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| I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie
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| A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie
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| I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D
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| I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby
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| I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am
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| It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man
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| This is paradise, and I found a promise land
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| So now I’m chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments
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| It’s paradise
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| Now a couple years after this drop, I’ll probably flop
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| But thats the way it goes when you get on the top
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| I’m talkin bout Canada, yo this industry’s a joke
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| I’m a canadian rap star, and kid I’m still broke
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| But I ain’t work in years, and some think I’m famous
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| While other people ask when the hell I’m gunna make it
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| I’m good where I’m at, keep the glamour and the glitz
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| I don’t run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit
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| I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters
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| I know I miss the ref, the bitches and the breakers
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| The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes
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| The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows
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| That was paradise
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| — to fade |