| Rockin' on your radio
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| Yeah
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| I don’t talk without a reason to speak
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| I might waste a couple bars on freedom of speech
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| A jaded life that I live by the beach (Don't sleep)
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| I live a dream but I’m playing for keeps (Good morning, sir)
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| Good morning, the new dawning
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| The new cup of coffee, the rain, the awning
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| The pain from my hangover hanging around
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| The dark clouds when the haze surrounds (All around me)
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| I rep the town when I’m soaring through the atmosphere
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| Touring with Alchemist, touring with Atmosphere
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| They ain’t expecting us, it’s to the exodus
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| Deadly Dilated Peoples killing to the death of us
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| Started my days, so pardon my ways
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| Forgive me for my sins, the art is to change
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| I’m not the easiest shell to crack (Nah)
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| Or egg to hatch
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| And it’s the bad apple out of the batch (On your radio)
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| First things first we lose friends
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| Over ends, some to God, others depend
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| Some we outgrow, some we ditch
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| And when we start making music then we change and switch
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| Shit, that’s that nature of the beast
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| From different angles, I relate to different beats
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| Different points of views on making that heat
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| I’m from a different Los Angeles and stay in the streets (5 O’clock news)
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| What means the world to you?
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| If you’d ask about me then I’ll tell you the truth
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| I’d tell your family first then my work in the booth
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| And you’ll never work a day when you love what you do
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| When the paint don’t run, pushing when the papes don’t come
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| With no bullets then there ain’t no guns
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| When the sky turns grey and there ain’t no sun
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| And if the homies ain’t had none, it ain’t no fun |