| Wannabeez wannabeez
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| For all wannabeez
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| To all wannabeez, you are just copies
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| Trash to me, I'm here with mics
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| So canabi lures you with the word myth magic spotlights
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| A complex that no one pays attention to you are not
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| But you want to be kings, you keep going
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| Instead of doing you want to have everything for nothing
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| A world without borders, popularity determines
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| Your life is full of jealousy with regret
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| That photocopying someone gives joy
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| Fuck the stars, I'm the same dude
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| Although I got up from the bench and changed the toys
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| Majk instead of weed, now a big stage
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| But I am who I was and I am not changing
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| And you dream about change your way
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| Pretending to target recognition
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| But what they see is laughter
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| For nothing to try, because instead of work
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| You chose a clown today
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| You want to be though you're not
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| You want it but you never will
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| Though you spin hard
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| What are you not spreading everywhere
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| Always in the front row, always in the traffic light
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| Although when you take a majka
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| He suffers when you snot on him
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| So fighting and knowing that those who want cannot
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| They perish in oblivion still eating their own tail
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| So before you have time to do anything to get to that podium
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| My lyrical crematorium will burn you
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| Insure opium verses, it's the last moment to think
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| Then you'll just scream
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| You can inhale up to a hundred kilos of coke at a time
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| But you can't rhyme, you make up for everything
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| You have a lovely shack like in Bravo, Popcorn and other magazines
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| I am not beautiful, but I can still hear it
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| Wanabeez, your hip hop is worth a laugh
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| You show your crew and I see a gang of gays
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| You think the Odium problem is to be on this podium
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| To survive and get it, you just need to do nothing
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| But pretend to be a wannabeez |