| One, One time cause I got that
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| Feeling, that feeling
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| To the two, put your hands up, touch that ceiling, that ceiling
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| To the three, this s***'s got funk
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| Appealing, appealing
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| To the uh, I got, I got that feeling
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| That feeling
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| Uh
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| And I’m screaming and I’m beating up all these demons
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| Got the whole damn planet fiending
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| For my rhyming and my reason
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| I’m anointing the world when I’m
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| Rapping
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| Captivated by my rhymic attraction
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| Motivated til you get a little more
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| Max and
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| Assasinate the cats that’s relaxing
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| POW!
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| POW!
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| Keep moving, you fools don’t know what I’m doing
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| Paranoia got you viewing my every move and pursuing
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| Murder, word up, punk mother
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| F***ers get hurt up
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| B**** mother f***ers pull your skirt up
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| Cause all ya’ll bout to get marked up now
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| I let my stress out and I feel alive
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| I let my stress out, I feel alive
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| Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive
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| Uh uh uh
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| Talk about, uh uh uh, I feel alive
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| Uh uh uh
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| I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive … |