| I've seen some souls be friendly
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| I've seen some feet get loose
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| I've had some people in my life who know just what it do
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| I try to look for goodness even when I see bad
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| '98 when I made my first beat take
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| I was trippin', I was thinking I can be great
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| Four track Tascam in my brief case
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| Back when I copped my Jordans outta east bay
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| I was just 15 with some big dreams
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| Big shoes, big heart, no big screen
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| Big talls, big balls, no fig leaves
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| Double-X-L well before I spit at 16
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| I was trippin' I was waiting for the right time
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| I was trippin' I was looking for the right place
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| I was trippin' I was searching for the right words
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| Took a wrong turn and now my head is in the right space
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| I was trippin' I was taking all the wrong pills
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| I was trippin' I was righting all the wrong wrongs
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| I was trippin' I was writing all the right songs
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| Looking for a miracle, you're fucking with the right one
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| I've seen some souls be friendly
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| I've seen some feet get loose
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| I've had some people in my life who know just what it do
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| I try to look for goodness even when I see bad
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| I guess it started with a big bang, like a gun shot
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| When the fall came, and we all stop
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| Never school for the fools when the sun drops
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| We were having mad fun running from the young cops
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| I was on that low brow thinking too much
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| Cynicism hit me early like the cold crush
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| Did the knowledge into college then I froze up
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| Realize I 'ain't even working on my post up
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| Had a good shot though, with a big chip
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| But my shoulders would be holding till the dope shit
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| I was thinking 'bout rhymes, I was dreaming 'bout beats
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| I was biding my time, I was sowing these seeds
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| I was too cold no know that I 'ain't old enough
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| Too grown to know that I 'ain't growing up
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| Two Tones was home so just throw it up
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| Black Paisley is back so just pour it up
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| I've seen some souls be friendly
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| I've seen some feet get loose
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| I've had some people in my life who know just what it do
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| I try to look for goodness even when I see bad
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| I am that Two Tone Rebel, Paisley stain
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| I got some skin so thick I was made for pain
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| Never change my name just check my veins
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| All the Wallace brave hearts, I'm the next to reign
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| I'm E-Dubble, powers combine when we troubled
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| I still lose grip and shit I still fumble
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| Always get it back even when I'm off track
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| Cause I'm never off beat and I'm never on whack
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| God damn, how the fuck they let me get it
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| I just showed up with a couple records looking to spin it
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| Lookin' to win, my cup been filled with a gin
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| Got the juice now too still sick with a pen
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| And sick with the keys, and sick with my PC
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| My beats be off the meat rack fo' sheezy
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| You see he love the early Arctic can't see me
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| Two Tone Rebel and trust you still need me
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| I've seen some souls be friendly
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| I've seen some feet get loose
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| I've had some people in my life who know just what it do
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| I try to look for goodness even when I see bad |