| VERSE ONE
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| After a three year hiatus reading legislative papers,
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| taking no kind of favours, trying to get me on the A-List,
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| I made it through the noise of my neighbours,
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| here to bring you the cadence,
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| I’m claiming everything I’m owed, I’m a lyrical bailiff,
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| who gives a fuck if the radio decides not to play this?
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| I am done with complaining,
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| cos when it’s raining through the storm I am sailing,
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| this is not a practice, not a drill, prep or training,
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| this is real and I saying how feel,
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| so I guess I wear my heart on my cuff-links
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| every time I write yo there’s substance,
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| the words flow with no reluctance, this my dictum, my judgement,
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| emotive in abundance,
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| so I could never tell you I don’t love this,
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| making music is not an encumbrance,
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| it took me round the planet,
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| the circumference, just like it was a conference
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| where people pay me with nothing but compliments
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| of confidence in my accomplishments, I am here.
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| VERSE TWO
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| (Let me tell you what this is…)
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| This is my all day everyday,
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| back in the square ring, heavyweight,
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| bare-knuckle bruise, cause a belly-ache,
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| Southpaw uppercut, don’t hesitate to detonate,
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| Carter-Mathers renegade, call a paramedic need to medicate,
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| cos I am so ill cos I emanate from Hack area,
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| bacteria, now you say,
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| the best in the UK don’t sound like he UK,
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| but I cannot be kicked or be pushed, reference Lupe,
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| lyrically I split ya wig, I meat cleave your toupee
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| and spit so cold though I’m rolled in my duvet,
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| a new day, a new dawn and fresh like a newborn,
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| so tight need a shoehorn,
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| you might need a coupon to get this,
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| it might leave you restless,
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| the nexus between now and breakfast,
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| I still have you breathless,
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| and my best is yet to come, I’m a veteran,
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| the perfect candidate, fuck elections, I am here.
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| VERSE THREE
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| I’m in my prime right now, I’m so alive right now,
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| rhyme nymphomaniac, there’s no depriving my wow,
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| MC’s are car windows, I’m winding them down,
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| I’m surviving the times, I arrived, I am proud,
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| like a Kindergarten baby eating sugar I am loud
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| and won’t stop making sounds when there’s company, a crowd,
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| this is Me, this is D, this is some kind of poetry,
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| vocally this is globally, locally hitting potency,
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| notice me irrevocably, openly with diplomacy,
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| a diary of madness in my mind like it’s Jodeci,
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| hopelessly and emotionally, consuming like a grocery,
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| but I just keep a dose of me close to me,
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| it’s supposed to be hard,
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| so it don’t matter if I’m broken or I’m scarred,
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| I’mma still stand tall and thank God from my heart,
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| it makes no difference if I’m fearless or I’m scared,
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| it is only by his love I am… here. |