| Came out the womb '88
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| Landed on this planet, CA, the Sunshine State
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| Oblivious to the problems I’d soon face
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| FC, home of the brave, the mindstate reckless
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| Government deciding your fate
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| Stick-up kids, hit licks, divide the cake
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| How I survived my youth without catching a shell?
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| Writing them lyrics you can feel like braille
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| It’s my life, my love, my stripes and scars
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| Sweat dripping from the nozzle of the pen
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| I did it despite the odds
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| Who nice as 'Shawn?
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| Excite the universe when I recite a bar
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| Precise, when I ride the drums I outshine the sun
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| Brainstorm, I provide the flood
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| I can turn a whole metropolis to a peninsula
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| Ink-pen emperor, slang remain infinite
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| I came to rearrange the game from all angles
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| Paid dues, made my move to Los Angel-s
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| Rock like Aesop, sound like a fable
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| Kerosene flow--melt microphone cables
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| Coming from the bottomless pit to the top of the globe
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| Santiago the Prince; |
| where the fuck is my robe?
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| One minute till 6 in the morn'
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| You know the area code, 5−59 into my zone
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| Then came Exile, emerged out the Blu
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| A nigga with an attitude
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| Who knew I would maneuver through the manure and come out clean?
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| Still, I’m just a kid with the world on a string |