| Aim strays cross page to make paper bleed
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| The rhyme blade leave ink print to proceed
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| Rugged haps strictly for the true breed that flex steel for greed
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| But dirty deeds feed seeds with snotty nose
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| To succeed we relieve the stress of the streets toll
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| The beast break bricks on patrol
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| To keep heat from get’n cold son they scold with bullets
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| Once they’ve been thrown through souls, to crack the mold
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| Yes I have found peace in my young age
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| Legitimate paying wage kept me feeling played
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| In the worst ways of a marksman
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| Bang’n targets with a deadman’s hand
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| Just like eights and aces cut books like spades
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| So only brave DJs can crossfade the mix
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business, for real
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| Live shots don’t miss but if ya pissed
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| Have a laxative and add a shit to your list of gossip
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| For all you snakes that hiss I can’t be removed
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| From my godly state of bliss even when the beat skips
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| Inner city misfits that bust biscuits triggers firmly gripped by
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| Digits frigid shoulders of hardcore soldiers
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| Underground platoons that handle beef in the moonlight
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| Hours corners are showered with lead so all heads
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| Kiss the stars and bless the moon
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| And Love the sun and watch for doom
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business
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| It’s called music, the live business for real
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| When you were younger child Everyone told you
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| To read your books and study your math
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| Don’t while in the streets acting like an ass for real
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| But when you were younger sun and you didn’t listen
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| To the rules master the game and conflict
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| Cocking the shot and make sure all those hits
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| Look out the window now
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| Cause everything’s changed for you today
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| Love is life the key to your way
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| Maintain your straights before judgment day
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| Look out the window now
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| You’re gonna make music anyway
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| Kiss the starts and bless the moon
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| Make music and Love the sun and watch for doom
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| It’s called music, you better get into it
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| It’s the music business, bless the beats and lyrics
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| It’s the music business, you better get into it
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| It’s the music business
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| God bless the music business for real
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| Let ‘em know
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| It’s Coolooloosh
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| One more time baby
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| Music business for real
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| Most definitely |