| Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
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| I’ll be right there for you
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| Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true
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| I’ll say it all for you
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| I used to be the type of kid would always think the sky is falling
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| Why am I so differently wired? |
| Am I a martian?
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| What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
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| Because I don’t belong in this world
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| That’s why I’m scoffing at authority, defying often
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| Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
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| So I’m non complying at home, at school I’m just shy and awkward
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| And no I don’t need no goddamn psychologist
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| Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
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| Thinking he can try and solve them
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| I’m outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
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| And in the front drive talking to myself
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| Either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet
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| Trying not to be noticed because I’m crying and sobbing
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| I had a bad day at school so I ain’t talking
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| Some cocks*cker shoved me into a f*cking locker
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| Because he said I eyeballed him
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| And if you fall, ill get you there
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| I’ll be your savior from all the wars
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| That are fought inside your world
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| Please have faith in my words
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| Because… this is my legacy, legacy, heir
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| This is my legacy, legacy, heir
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| There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me you can only see
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| This is my legacy, legacy
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| I used to be the type of kid would always think the sky is falling
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| Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
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| 'Cuz sporadic as my thoughts come, it’s mind boggling
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| 'Cuz I obsess on everything and my mind it’s small sh*t
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| Bothers me but now my father, he said Sayonara, then split
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| But I don’t give a sh*t I’m fine as long as
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| There’s batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
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| Shit look at the bright side at least I ain’t walking
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| I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
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| Complex on a ten speed which I’ve acquired parts that I
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| Found in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
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| Headphones on straight ahead and kids try to start sh*t
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| But if this all there is for me Life offers
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| Why bother even try and put up a fight It’s nonsense
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| But i think a lightbulb just lit up in my conscience
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| What about those rhymes I’ve been jottin'
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| They are kinda giving me confidence
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| Instead of tryina escape through my comics,
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| Why don’t I just blast a little something like Onyx
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| To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
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| Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
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| Grab hold of my balls like that’s right fight’s on b*tch
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| Who would’ve knew from the moment I turned the mic on
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| I could be iconic, and my conquest is
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| Word to phife dawg from a tribe called quest …
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| And if you fall, ill get you there
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| I’ll be your savior from all the wars
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| That are fought inside your world
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| Please have faith in my words
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| Because… this is my legacy, legacy, heir
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| This is my legacy, legacy, heir
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| There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me you can only see
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| This is my legacy, legacy
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| I used to be the type of kid that, would always think the sky is falling
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| Now I think the fact that I’m differently wired’s awesome
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| Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to work
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| Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
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| And use my enemy’s words as strength
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| To try and draw from, and get inspired off em
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| Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not sh*t
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| By you wack f*cking giant sacks of lying dog sh*t
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| Now you shut up bitch I am talking
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| Thought I was full of horseshit and now
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| You f*cking worship the ground in which I am walking
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| Me against the world so what? |
| I’m Brian Dawkins
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| Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense
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| So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins
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| It’s the body bag game b*tch I’m supplying coffins
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| Cause you d*cks, butt kiss, a bunch of brian baldingers
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| You gon die a ball licker I’ve been diabolical
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| With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus
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| You don’t respect the legacy I leave behind y’all can
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| Suck a dick The day you beat me pigs’ll fly out my a*s
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| And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
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| The most high exalting and I ain’t halting
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| Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
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| The best part about me is I am not you
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| I am me I’m a fire marshall and this is my
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| Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
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| I’ll be right there for you
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| Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true
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| I’ll say it all for you |