| It’s going down like that
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| B-Believe it
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| I lost my way home while exploring the galaxy
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| When I chill I’m talking glacial
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| Lace any break with an understated skill
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| Make it feel like you’re in an fabricated reel
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| Like spending hours taking pills
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| Welcome to my animated film
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| Journeys through stainless steel
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| My will’ll cut sharper than any sabre will
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| We’re bubbling like soda-streams
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| Syntax coming fresher than pot-pourri
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| Popping up on the set like 'only me'
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| Here’s my persona super-imposed on beats
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| Notice we get colder than frozen cream
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| Or hotter than the haze off a solar beam
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| All over beats Dag made
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| Trying to find a niche in this rap game
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| Gotta be a weasel in this rat race
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| Ain’t pulling blades but I may pull a face
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| My trade’s putting haters in their place
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| So get a tape
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| Nah, fuck that it’s all digital
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| I’m getting more gripping than four fingers will
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| Trying to stop your breath it’s
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| Mr Vulgatron and the Dr S
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| Yo it’s Dr Syntax
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| (Orifice)
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| Dropping sick raps
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| (Never dis)
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| What we dispatch
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| (You'll get bitch slapped)
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| We got the killer raps, no filler, you should consider this
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| The iller kids spitting it’s sicker than fifty invalids
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| Dropping sick raps
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| Sit back with Dr Syntax
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| Sunday afternoon got my mind set on six tracks
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| It’s kind of nice to exist in the here and now
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| Reeling out rhymes with people nice enough to hear me out
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| I feel no fear when the beat be bumping in the speaker
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| I see the mic and start fiending like an eager beaver
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| I guess I’m in the right place at the right time
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| Cos all I wanna do in life is recite rhymes
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| It’s been a long time coming but I guess I’m ready
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| Ready for the radio shows and features on the telly
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| Sometimes I find myself lost from the word go
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| But then I kick back and reminisce about my first show
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| It’s been a mission but I’m glad I went the long way
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| Even though I ripped at every rave and got the wrong pay
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| Paid my own trains, slept in parks after long days
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| But now I know I feel it in my heart when my song plays
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| I leave my prints on
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| Every single beat that I’m given
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| Ever the originator give or take a little nod to convention
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| Illustrate what a created a benchmark
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| Feeling part of the scene more than ever
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| Now me and Tron put our heads together now to develop plans
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| Think we bless mics, well you guessed right
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| Metaphorical facial lies for your stress lines
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| Your best life kinda lost hope at the age of twenty
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| Never tended to his head instead he he lost it dropping one too many
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| Sedatives, and anything anyone ever said was heavy
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| Choking on his pubes made him sound like he was General Levy
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| You know you only really get one chance to shine
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| One chance to show the world you’re first and burst rhymes
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| Don’t matter that you came in last your first time
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| But you better come in first the last time you rhyme
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| It’s going down like that
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| B-Believe it
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| I lost my way home while exploring the galaxy |