| Future
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| The future of your nation
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| The future of your world
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| The future of your existence
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| Will all be decided now
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| Will all be decided here
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| There will be no second chances
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| Know yourself
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| Trying to navigate through
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| Positivity I’m only trying to gravitate, to
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| Spit fire when I salivate, true
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| And if I fall from grace land flat on my face will it validate, you
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| Black man with an attitude, whats, new
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| Looking out for the boys in, blue
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| And the green eyed monster, too
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| Trust few, these fools wanna push my buttons get checked on a rebound, then sue
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| I’ve got other shit I’ve gotta, tend, to
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| On my backside like the rents, due
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| Never really knew what a pen, could, do
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| Pent up and my problems, grew
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| Put pen to the paper, then, blew
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| Can’t rush me like I just, blew
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| Got jet lag like I just, flew
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| In a pent house with a nuts, view
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| (?) said you bussed, who
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| I weren’t buskin on the bus or tube
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| Just another sus and dusty dude
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| I ain’t giving fucks so just, move
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| I ain’t in a rush I just, cruise
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| You’re a dumb fuck and you’re not (?)
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| You numbnuts had enough, clues
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| No patience wanna just, cut, cues
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| I’ll do anything, but, snooze
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| No ex-cuse, or such Ruse
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| I’ll do anything, but, lose
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| Dont get it con-fused
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| I ain’t stush
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| Thats focus on my moosh
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| I don’t need no kush I push and one in the hand’s worth two in the bush
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| I ain’t stush
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| Thats focus on my moosh
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| I dont need no kush I push and one in the hand’s worth two in the bush
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| Im not needy
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| I got everything i want in the game so easy
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| Why be greedy, i know you see me
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| I never thought i’d see the end of the CD
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| I never thought i’d see social media replace the TV
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| I want a TV looking all steely, so they can’t read me
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| Whats the point if i can’t even be me
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| You won’t see me in the green mankini sipping a bellini
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| But wouldn’t it be dreamy if i had money like Chuck Feeney spending it freely
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| In Santorini
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| I dont drink martini
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| I’m not Martin Shkreli
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| But I’m a scheming meanie
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| Step on the scene blacked out in a beanie giving out orders like Mancini,
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| routinely
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| Big man and im setting the scenery
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| Set up the place all set in my ways won’t let up the G in me
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| Sincerely
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| Got to keep it G thats the theory
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| No really
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| These breddas aing G i can see it so clearly
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| I swear on everything that i hold dearly
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| I try and keep all my nearest and dearest all cheery
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| You better hear me
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| I pay my taxes up-front yearly
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| Im from the L-D-N where the sky is dreary
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| Ive lost count of the times that i let it endear me
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| And all the locals cheer me
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| Its all love but you won’t see me getting all teary
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| Test me it will get very eerie
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| I ain’t stush
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| Thats focus on my moosh
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| I dont need no kush I push and one in the hand’s worth two in the bush
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| I ain’t stush
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| Thats focus on my moosh
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| I dont need no kush I push and one in the hand’s worth two in the bush
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| What’s Brexit?
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| Brexit
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| Na I don’t know whats that?
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| Sorry, you mean Brixton? |