| Understand, I stand misunderstood in the dark
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| Shanked in the back while planks attacked by the sharks
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| I’m sick to death, not perfect or picturesque
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| Unlike the rest, got a flaming fury in my chest
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| Waste my breath to make the best of life alone
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| My words: unknown, spit like I had Tourettes syndrome
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| Hit home to the heart
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| You start to feel the joint
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| You can take advantage, but I always win the point
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| Get my drift?
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| Flip my words — suspis switch
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| Ambidextrous can’t test us or miss this
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| My wrist is my weapon a lesson till the end
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| Fight to the finish is a message that I send
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| All you trendsetters my vendetta to be better
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| Elite letters will flow, whether we’ll meet never
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| Mystique weather you listen my heat
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| Is my admission defeat?
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| Whether you ripping to beat «never»
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| You tripping completely missing «nah uh!»
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| You lack thought, my track’s raw
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| Unleashed underground from a trap door
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| Found I attract more split personalities
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| My mind’s a hacksaw, get cut then try and challenge me
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| Fact or fallacies poison the grapevine
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| Down to make a break be no mistake I’ll take mine
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| I hate time that moves too quick and kills
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| Gotta make the most of life and never ever stand still
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Attention, all this tension needs to be stopped
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| It’s getting old like the pension, did I mention it blocks
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| Your path in life, living life be hard and fight
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| Discard your right, live hip-hop and «Nah you’re white»
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| A star at night, evolved, a shit by day
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| How far away? |
| Got dreams, but can’t hit the hay
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| Fit to say I hit hard, admit you can’t predict
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| My dicks get under your skin, seems like number six
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| I got a hundred tricks, you wonder what I’ll do
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| I’ll speak the truth, take your shoes right from under you
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| Don’t underestimate, or get a date with death
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| Got recipes that will burn like the naked chef
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| A constant game of chess, try take out the king
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| You’ll never win like a bee die after the first sting
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| One of the worst things is to explain myself
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| Try to change my world, end up in flames in hell
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Misunderstood
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| Pain running like water, on the border of a breakdown
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| Means much more to me, no forgery or fake sound
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| To break now habits are hard, I’ve traveled so far
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| Had it at harsh, strong enough to shatter your guard
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| Battered and scarred, matters too large to reach the top
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| «What, you’re shocked?» |
| Just me and Opt, we can’t be stopped
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| And we, got what you need so you drop to your knees, and you
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| Beg and you plead, and you’re willing to plea
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| For forgiveness, another chance? |
| I’d rather watch you sink
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| I wouldn’t stop to blink, so you better stop and think
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| Drop them sticks, then the stones next
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| No mess for text, flex and teeth like a T-Rex
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| Stress to check, but trust man, enough’s enough
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| Hunter tracks you down like an elephant’s tooth or tusk
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| A must to soldier on, hold your own
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| But make the wrong move and stand in the cold alone |