| I’m not that talk of the town, but I say what I want
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| Never water it down, a water tuned chorus could alter my sound
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| I’d rather get caught and gibraltared quarter an ounce
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| So I swore to the ground, expand to a four by four
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| Torn round 'til my skin’s worn down
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| And deformed
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| I do that shit to my music
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| Man I got money confused with the love for the music
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| They can’t recoup it, blood runs cold, summoned by cupids
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| Stung in the heart leaving marks on the blueprint
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| I laugh as the carcass
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| Tar and the mucus I’m carved 'til I lose it
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| Bloodbath oozes, I march with the army of Spartans
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| I’m ruthless, part of the movement, march on a human
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| I won’t stand for shit like apartheid movements
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| Choreograph my art style with the music
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| Body apart, I spit a bar from the future (pow!)
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| That’s me and the sound effect is so loud
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| That the council are vexed, I be winding up
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| Got us shouting again like what!
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| Rewind the dub got us shouting again
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| I roll up better give me the bud I got a buzz
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| Like a million bucks, ability’s nuts
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| I’m still just young so I’m living it up
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| And pow for the people who putting their fist up
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| Walk this way, holding it down if you walk this way
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| People on the street got a fortune to make so
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| They hold it down don’t talk the jates |