| Wooooooo!
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| Yo, hawk is out!
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| Brick out here, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Yo, you better bundle up
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| We livin' in a cold world, even in the Summer time
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| And I ain’t talking about the Farenheit
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| Naw!
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| I’m talking how the life ain’t fair and the height of the fare
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| Keep hiking here and there, from there to here
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| Back then I had a grin from ear to ear
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| Now the corn price triple per ear
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| Triple your fear
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| Can’t afford to get my head gassed up
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| Let alone my whip
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| I need a loan just to go round trip
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| And there is a war going on and nobody is safe
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| Cause the thiefs in the night still hitting your safe
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| With the cameras on blast, see this look on my face?
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| For security, I’m feelin' like my freedom’s replaced
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| While your cut runneth over, all I want is a taste
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| I ain’t trying to stay sober cause things are so sobering
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| God knows how what makes rain and but brings
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| Fuck your hairbrained schemes and things
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| Man
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| Tonight, you are stars shining brighter than before
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| Tomorrow, here come trouble knocking at your door
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| We living in a cold world, especially in the Summer time |
| No, I ain’t talking about the Celsius
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| Nuh-uh, I’m talking how the cells keep swellin' with felons
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| And said felons that didn’t use they melons
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| And suffer for what they sellin'
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| And the cellphones keep excelling
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| They even got Excel, Word, Quicktime
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| You can hear a quick rhyme, and
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| Youtube Scorsese’s whole cutting room floor
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| Check the score and the scores more
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| Things like this you couldn’t do even one score or one day before
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| Not to mention all the pussy galore
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| So with the future so bright, you gotta wear shades
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| To contrast the shadows, prepare for battle
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| That takes place daily in your hearts and minds
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| Distractions keep you outflanked
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| Don’t let your dickhead have your brain outranked
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| You picked a gunfight, bring more than your shame
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| Cause ain’t nobody shooting blanks
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| We living in a cold world, like The Day After Tomorrow
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| The day before yesterday we could have borrowed time
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| And been fine with some peace of mind
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| But now the last minutes are spent with such sorrow
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| And varioius theorists claim it’s the Age of Aquarius |
| Now hear this: this era might be the scariest
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| We near this brink of being extinct, and yet still pushing on so precarious
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| The mystery god, he probably watching people like reality TV
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| That’s so so hilarious
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| So much drama and the folks claimin' a moral high-ground
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| Get found livin foul and nefarious
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| I’m still tryin' to ride the road less traveled
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| Without catching a flat from all of that gravel
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| And Nu marks the spot to connect the dots
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| With kick, snares and high hats
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| I lick shots, it’s like that |