| Open your ears, hear your calling
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| Never drop anyone who’s in danger of falling
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| 2 feet no crawling, with some might find,
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| my hood, balling, give the drummer some
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| what you running from?
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| How you gonna know where I’m at, if you don’t know where I’m coming from?
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| My flow, some
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| On the roof with the scope is where I’m coming from, aha
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| Shooting at these whack artists, who claim to be the hardest
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| The hottest, least smartest
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| I’m in the, acting modest with the, with goddess
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| Following the model of showing,
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| Life’s unfair my knife’s unfair
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| In a pitch black room I light your flare
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| I got, and pounds undeclared
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| , promote dreams over despair
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Come and talk to me, what you gotta say, what you gotta say?
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Let the, free
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| Yeah, look let me holler at you standing there just like a statue
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| Just an inner action, let me mental photograph you
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| Chop it up hopping that politic it’s only natural
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| Get to the bottom, they probably, this ghetto bastard
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| What you think about the Haiti disaster,
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| have you heard about the, smith and wenson
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| Guess I’m, let’s have a session
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| Follow the leader just point me in the right direction
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| Longitude, latitude,, attitude humble, gratitude,
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| Live long and prosper, be truthful, pussy niggers is neutral
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| Babylonian confusion you gotta pick a side
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| Homicide, genocide, I’m a star you decide
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| You can run but you can’t hide
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| You gonna discover, keep it in the air, promote dreams over despair
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Come and talk to me, what you gotta say, what you gotta say?
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Let the, free
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| I keep a battle log for my extensive catalogue
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| Strike with the slug looking at the tail not the dog
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| All line out of blog, mind too proudly to see through the fog
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| The smoke feels smoke, you’re having a harder time
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| We’re to fall in love, soldiers fall in line
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| Every other block is filled with land mines
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| , decline, street signs become street shrines
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| Filled with candles and teddy bears,, keeping answer by question is
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| Or, full of millionaires, my can only be still living with a million fears
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| Cry the usual tears, I refuse to play music chairs
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| In a chipper with the usual squares
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| Eyes all ears, stick shifts how I switch gears
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| They don’t promote dreams over despair, aha
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Come and talk to me, what you gotta say, what you gotta say?
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| Come and talk to me, come on come on come on
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| Let the, free.
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| Thanks to Andrei |