| Even that you’re thinking that you’re in it for a minute
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| That minute could be linking to spilling over your limits…
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| (Metropolis)
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| Damn! |
| Late to work
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| Boss on beef and I hate the jerk
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| Could have been a day full of grace and mirth
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| But I figured last slave and I’ll make him hurt
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| So I reached for his throat, (?) his shirt
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| He’s pretty weak for a bloke, gave a little scream
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| Then he breezed in his coat pretty fast man
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| All I could see was the smoke
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| So I left a note
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| It said: «Dear Mr. Jones, I quit!»
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| Next time I see you, better have my cheque
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| And if you don’t, well I know where you live
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| I’m a come around gully up your house in the sticks
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| Now I’m just pissed, looking for somebody to rough up
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| And anybody (?) getting stuck or bruck up
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| And One Shot’s bruv got snuffed from one punch
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| Chucked up last night’s dinner and 'nuff lunch
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| Guess I could’ve left right then
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| Could’ve headed out, (?) start fighting
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| But I got a taste for the blood on my knuckle
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| Start to give chase with a laugh and a chuckle
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| Hid beneath the table, cowered in the lunch room
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| Running down the corridor waving a belt strap
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| Heard a gun shot, felt pain and I fell back
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| Raaare! |
| That’s when I thought I was dead
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| And I didn’t wanna die ‘cos I figure that’s dread
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| But when I woke up, I was cuffed to a bed in a hospital
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| Telling this story to the Feds
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| And I begged, «Please don’t lock me up!»
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| They looked at me and said, «Blood, you must be nuts!»
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| Cause we’re the only ones who run around (???)
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| And we’ll be damned if we let a boy fuck with us, ya know?
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| (Orifice Vulgatron)
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| I stand on my lonesome
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| Man with a plan i was picked by the hand of the chosen
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| I was jammin' on road when a voice said
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| Come back down to the land of the broken
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| Yo, I was standing there jokin'
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| When a brother straight stepped in my face
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| Tryin' to hand me a toke ting
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| I was like all taken aback
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| At first I was baffed ‘cos I thought he was joking
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| He was like «take this»
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| Man was in a rush so I didn’t ask questions
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| He was on a ting like, «Man, don’t you trust me?»
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| I was like «Mmm.» |
| all tryin' to stay patient
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| Gwaan blud? |
| Don’t ya wanna feel weightless?
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| Breathe in the madness once in your life
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| That’s when I looked in his eyes
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| Clocked bredder was a nutcase
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| Holdin' a gun to my side
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| He said, «Come follow me down this road for a second»
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| Bredren, listen!
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| So I looked to the left, to the right, and I looked back
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| Caught a glimpse of myself stood back in the distance
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| All baffed in the instance
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| Wondering How? |
| When? |
| Why?
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| But it happened too quick
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| Bredder just laughed in my face
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| Unloaded two clips
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| So I fell to the ground
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| Starin' me down was a br’er that was wearing a crown
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| Surrounded by the light that was blinding
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| Mind in a mess, stressed out, tryin' to: in the sound
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| Now something was shaking Under my feet
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| Felt the ground open up i could sense the danger
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| Hence I remember the day I was swept away from the blade of a stranger… |