| When they last saw me, I was past gone
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| Didn’t think that I would have long
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| Took a turn into a bad storm
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| Guess I must’a went and got the path wrong
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| They tryna burn me, like
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| Thinkin' it would hurt me, well you’re half wrong
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| So hot, make the devil wanna take his old wings and put them back on
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| Now I’m on that, yeah my hands are bloody
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| Vision kinda fuzzy, but I see the money
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| Come and take it from me, if you feelin' gully
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| You can’t shine above me, so it’s never sunny
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| Got a funny feelin' they’ve been lookin' for me
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| But I, crummy lookin' dummy
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| They just wanna test me, when they need the steady
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| Rappin' circles round you, 'till you just a mummy
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| I done had friends that had turned to fam
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| Family, that I couldn’t stand
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| Daydreams of a bigger plan
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| Nightmares on the inner cam
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| Tryna make me weaker
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| Now I’m skippin' classes to become the teacher
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| You just showed the masses how to be a tweeker
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| Standin' front and center and it’s just to greet ya
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| Cause I’m
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| Crawling from the fire
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| Crawling back from the dirt
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| Crawling back from the fire, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| (Down Down)
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| And I am movin' at a fire pace
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| Voice is movin' to the wide estates
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| I seem 'em talking from a higher place
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| But, never really have a lot to say
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| I am legendary
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| They are temporary
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| Life style, very Ben and Jerry
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| I know hip-hop, this ain’t hereditary
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| It’s still alive 'till I’m dead and buried
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| Now I’m commin' down, whoever back
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| I’m about to snatch em, right before they’re crashin'
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| Lookin' at the legends, how you let this happen
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| There’s a bigger motive to the way they actin'
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| Femanazi in the form of fashion
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| Only playin' what they want us trapped in
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| Made it normal for the lack of passion
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| And pushed it all as the main attraction
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| Like step right up, step right up
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| Why need skill when you got these pills
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| Take a few, tell me how they feel
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| Drink this cup, it’ll have you drilled
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| Like where this fit, It is no big deal
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| If you dance like this, then the whole world will
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| Being fake is like the all new real
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| My mistake, if I get all you spilled
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| Came from nothin', ain’t no room for cuttin' up
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| The, I’m made from it
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| I work for
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| And this the type you put on when its a half hearted
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| And I know you ain’t with it, there ain’t no discussin
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| There’s so many of you commin' by the dozen
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| Puttin' poison in my little cousins
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| Sisters, brothers, mothers, daughters wasn’t this the reason that I was summoned
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| You know I’m commin'
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| Crawling from the fire
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| Crawling back from the dirt
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| Crawling back from the fire, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| (Down Down) |