| Tick tock, tick tock, and this time
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| When I set it off, can nobody stop it in time
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| Get off the block son
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| And get your sunblock when I rhyme
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| It’s eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
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| From the top, rewind
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| Wrote rhymes in my dad’s attic
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| Rap addict since Illmatic and I’m still fanatic
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| Never stop but when I’m stopped
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| I jog my mind around the writer’s block
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| Till it’s out of breath and asthmatic
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| I’ve had it with the paperchase, need I mention?
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| The rap game is all show and lyrical descension
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| Pretension, obsession for physical possession
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| I’ll pay for your CD, but pay no attention
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| Ascension, I’ll never lie to get it
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| Fake people piss me off like diuretic
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| To die or live it, you know the choice is yours
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| Just make sure that the voice is yours
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| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down
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| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah he’s takin' it down
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| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| Let me make the beat drop
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| And that’s where I’m coming in
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| Unlock the truth in the booth and I’m runnun' in
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| Pe2ny drummin' in listen to the drums, man
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| Listen to my voice and get your head spun, man
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| Eyes bloodshot but his tongue is on fire
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| Like a mind thought-blocked
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| But this buss will inspire
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| We live in these rhymes
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| This life reppin' mics in the right direction
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| I’m guessin' in takes us higher
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| Temporary relief so I’m makin' it last
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| Takin' it fast, lacin' buds in raps tracin' raps with facts
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| Steppin' up the game but not reppin' for fame
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| Spittin truth up in the booth, then we settin' it in flames
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| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down
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| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah he’s takin' it down
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| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| We keep it movin' at a zen way pace
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| Cause we losin music in this end day race
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| It’s all big business with Ken Lay waste
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| The same sickness that’s eating MJ’s face
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| It’s a liable case that won’t pollute my brain
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| Never let them put my truths to shame
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| Cut the noose that hangs
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| Lay bare of tattooed lucid pains
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| Reveal truth, I’m the loosest change
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| All these soothless sayings, ruthless vain raps
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| I’m sick of it
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| So no hope for you thoothless lame cats
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| I’m killin' at a show
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| Thoughts ridin' through this train track
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| Just thinkin' of a flow
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| So expect a trainwreck, let’em know
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| Your rhyme schemes of crime themes
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| Make me wanna red rum your whole catalog
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| Like it was the Shining
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| Yeah it’s frightening, so do the right thing
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| We like the thunder in the storm and the lightening
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| Enlightening
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| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down
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| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down
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| MYK, yeah hes takin' it down
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| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound
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| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground
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| We map, map, map the soul
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| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul
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| We map, map, map the soul
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| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul
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| We map, map, map the soul
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| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul
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| We map, map, map the soul
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| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul |