| Amazing felt like I was caged in Wrote a rhyme and started blazing
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| Turn the page and you’ll feel my ragin'
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| Thunder when my foot hits the pavement
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| Maxed out, grabbed the mic and blacked out.
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| Punks spot the yang and backed out,
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| took the back route, rap up on them with
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| the gat out they looked at me and passed out
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| Hungry so it’s gonna get ugly
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| I’m feeling like nobody loves me Funky and I’m a microphone junky
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| Tearing up from country to country
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| Major, I got the unique flavour
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| Bless you with my words like your saviour
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| Player, you better curb your behaviour
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| Or I’m gonna have to dig your *ss later
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| Funky and I’m a microphone junky
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| and I’m a microphone junky
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| and I’m a microphone junky
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| Funky and I’m a microphone junky
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| Glorious, got the fabric of warriors
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| Give all the chicks euphoria
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| Tapped it on the low I smashed it Now she got her wig on backwards
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| So I asked her, who’s a complete master
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| I make her heartbeat faster
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| Weirdos mad jealous but scared though
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| This time I’m well prepared yo Funky and I’m a microphone junky
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| and I’m a microphone junky
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| and I’m a microphone junky
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| Funky and I’m a microphone junky
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| Glorious, got the fabric of warriors
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| Give all the chicks euphoria
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| Tapped it on the low I smashed it Now she got her wig on backwards |