| I don’t do work I do damage, everytime I pick up th mic I manage
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| To diss someone or get somebody pissed
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| Take off my coat, clear my throat and begin to dismiss
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| All you fucked up punks that pollute mankind
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| Give me the mic take a hike, give me a piece of mind
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| Don’t shout shut your mouth I’m trying to think cleary
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| You say my rhymes are dope check it out
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| This is nearly the start of something big like startin' a fire
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| You think the party is here, I’ll take the level higher
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| I’m Everlast get off your ass you cut my rug you understand my game plan
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| You say man that kid bug, soya blood cotacs if you like the key
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| Now I’ll stomp your head till you’re dead or at least till you bleed
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| Fuck everyone
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| It’s the Syndicate I say what I want to, I say, «hey fuck off punk»
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| just to taunt you
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| Into believing the ryhmes I say are meant for one thing and that’s achieving my
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| goal
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| So I can stroll where the fat money rolls, 'cross the bridge over trouble waters
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| Pay the toll with no bother, no fuss, in God I trust but the rest pay the cash
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| that’s a must
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| The reason I’m teasin' you is it’s pleasin' me to see how funny this can be
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| When I grab the mic I’m like a three wheel bike I’m always on a roll
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| I’m always good as gold, so before you smack lip stick and try to talk shit
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| I’ll tell you now the battle’s over and the joint is lit so quit
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| All hell breaks loose and it’s a little known fact that I attract and cause a
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| crowd to react
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| Like an atomic explosion of the pacific ocean
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| The crowd gets large and I got this notion all I wanna do is speak my rhyme and
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| get paid
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| 'Cause I’m in a trade to not be played and watch suckerss get slain
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| Put out of business, come on what is this, you came too late, boy
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| Class been dismissed, canceled, terminated put on a natural brake
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| North, find a new school to attend 'cause you know I’m goona say what I wanna
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| I’ll grab the microphone and let my knowledge be born up, intelligence
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| Excellence, razor sharp wit, it’s known shit, it’s always gotta be legit
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| And up to par no matter who you are, I know I’m not the best but I still leave
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| scars on your brain cells
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| What the hell, fuck everyone
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| Everybody, fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
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| Everybody (fuck 'em), fuck 'em (everybody)
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| Everybody, everybody
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| I got Tipper Gore protestin' my lyrics, fuck that bitch I don’t need a clearance
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| To write my rhymes, speak my mind, you can’t censor me the public’s not blind
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| It’s time they knew whats goin' on, you shouldn’t have the power to stop a song
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| Even if you don’t like what you hear even if the song is strikin' fear into
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| your heart
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| Body, soul and brain it’s my opinion so it’s my domain, fuck all those standin'
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| in my way
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| Step to me and you’ll have to pay what I say so pay your debt
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| You fuck with me and you’ll have regrets
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| Fuck everyone, fuck 'em, fuck everyone, fuck 'em
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| Fuck 'em now fuckers, fuck the fed now, fuck 'em now
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| Fuck 'em, everybody, we don’t wanna hear bullshit niggers
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| Fuck everyone, fuck everyone, fuck 'em now
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| Fuck you, ha ha ha, fuck 'em |