| This is not a comeback since I started
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| There hasn't been a single day I thought about it
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| "Now I'll stop, I make hate happy
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| I hang my pride on the nail and no longer fight for the podium "
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| I let these infamous feast like hyenas
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| I let my hands age as it comes
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| I fear the passing of time more than death itself
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| A flat life scares me more than an experience
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| And I'm fresh fresh ready to die
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| Anyone who can read between the lines knows what I mean
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| That there is my blood in these lyrics and every song
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| If you squeeze it, it can save me like a transfusion
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| So don't cry, mom, I'm always here
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| My rap speaks for me, it's my legacy
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| Immortality on the pentagram, eternity
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| They'll do gigs with my hologram like Tupac
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| (All eyez on me)
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| I enjoy the landscape if we are passing through
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| Every two meters I take a photo to remind me of the trip
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| Nobody knows how many pages the album has
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| So I smile with every shot, I already have tears looking at it
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| I don't rap, I seize the beat and then ask for the ransom
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| I break the stage more than a star I'm a bastard
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| And don't call me a songwriter, I don't sing
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| And don't call them poems, I write asphalt chronicles
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| Shit hasn't changed, I'm still killing MCs
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| And I talk dirty about the state even if I go to MTV
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| I have the respect of the 2thebeat, the tokens of "Spit"
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| And I'm real as you see, don't believe it come here
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| And don't lecture me that I don't need it
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| I've been spitting out bars in the meter since it was all a dream
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| It was all a dream, it was all a dream
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| And don't wake me up until the day comes |