| Someone show me where the limelight is
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| It’s been a while but I’m back inside this bitch
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| I don’t think that I’ll ever be tiny big
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| But you know me, the peoples MC
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| I’m up front again with three hundred men
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| I’ll fight to defend till I’m dying my death
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| It’s the one called Devs with the fiery blend
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| I’m amped up let me hit em with the fire again
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| It’s too much, crews duck
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| Get down when I come around town might better your luck
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| To get wherever the fuck you feel safe how comes?
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| I’ve got this terrible lust
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| To reinstate myself so it better be love
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| Cos you’d hate yourself if the enemy one
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| I’ll be spinning MCs when I’m seventy-one
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| I can’t stop won’t stop it’s Devlin son
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| Spilotro, in Las Vegas
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| Clamp who any what any one
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| A diamond in the ruff like me
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| Belongs at the front, make way chumps
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| Someone show me where the limelight is
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| It’s been a while but I’m back inside this bitch
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| I don’t think that I’ll ever be tiny big
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| But you know me, the peoples MC
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| Someone direct me directly right to the light
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| While I spit flows in a frenzy
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| Alchemy the boys golden tell me
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| How I make all these elements shine when I venture inside no length will defy
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| The vision of a one man gentry
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| Who am I? |
| Juelz Santana when he wrote 'Who am I'
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| Mummy I love you, don’t cry
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| My mind ain’t been right ever since I arrived
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| But now I’m back on my grind
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| My music feels real cos there ain’t no fibs, no lies
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| Ust trying to exist in a pit full of vipers shit
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| I’ve been bit it’s alright, it’s my time to bite
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| And fight for what I think’s mine
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| It just might be the perfect night
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| Someone show me where the limelight is
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| It’s been a while but I’m back inside this bitch
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| I don’t think that I’ll ever be tiny big
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| But you know me, the peoples MC
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| It’s the people’s champ, the MC’s MC
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| I ain’t got the most Ps in the bank
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| But I’ve got a lot of people that thank this man for the fact that I helped em
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| through when I
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| Came through with a needed batch
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| Of tunes I dispatched to which a lot of you’s got attached
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| You saw the sincerity
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| When I sat with a pen and a pad these bars and a readers lamp
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| You feed me the energy that I need when I wanna be set free from the clamps
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| There’s people ahead of me I’ll run up on em readily and merrily and put em in
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| the grime scene cemetery
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| No need to say thanks
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| I just do what I do when I do it
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| I’m too stubborn to fall in rank |