| I’m never ghosting I say what I write
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| Hardly freestyle I get paid what I write
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| Hardly hold back kid I say what I like
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| And with that in mind I sound great on the mic
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| And this ain’t on a hype it’s the real deal raw
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| My beats sound hotter than they ever did before
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| Approach every song like «This ain’t no chore»
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| There ain’t a piece of paper with a rhyme that I tore
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| Its Funky dawg and I’m here like a soldier
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| Said I couldn’t do it but I told ya I’m older
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| Got the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders
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| Now I want a refund on them rhymes that you sold us
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| They straight wack and you wanna be famous?
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| I know we shouldn’t say that yo but who can blame us?
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| Cos every time you get a beat to move on the faders
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| You contributing to the fact you bound to be nameless
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| And that ain’t cool that ain’t even ok
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| You bout to drop your record everybody’s blahzay
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| They talking bout they girl or need to touch up they fade
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| While you pestering the DJ for your record to play (ah-hey)
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| Play… My joints get played cos they hot
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| And yours probably don’t cos they not
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| Play… but don’t take it out on me
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| It’s just the way that it’s supposed to be
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| Play… my joints get played cos they ill
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| While your probably getting told «chill»
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| Play… and take your rhymes back to the lab
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| Here’s some money go and catch you a cab
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| Huh, yo I’ve never fallen off from when I begun
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| From my first record down to this here one
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| From my first show to the next one I rock
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| From a whole cycle of a hand on a clock
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| It’s clear I got my whole game on lock
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| And I don’t need to get no props or have MC’s on my jock
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| While small timers talking bout the bars that they got
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| Them bars are criminal homie I’m calling the Cops
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| Like Whooo! |
| Whooo! |
| You bout to get locked up
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| And broken like the breaks that you hear chopped up
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| Incarcerated knowing what I’m talking about
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| Screaming «Ahhhh!!» |
| somebody let me out
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| But that’s what happens when you mess with the grown ups
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| Acting like you big time with records that’s blown up
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| When in actuality it’s never the case
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| You said you got flavour but we don’t like the taste
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| So what can I say that I haven’t yet said?
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| When your styles just D.E.D. |
| ded!
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| Simple and plain didn’t even need A
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| Cos A is for them students who be getting the play (ah-hey)
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| OUTRO
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| Play (x5) |