| INTRO
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| Hello… Hello
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| VERSE ONE (DL)
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| You can forget what they told you, they tell it like they know you
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| and try to enrol you with thoughts that control you,
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| so now you just won’t do or get what is owed to you,
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| all the beautiful things this world already showed to you,
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| like living life without fear
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| and making false promises and resolutions at the end of every year,
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| making decisions from desperation and lacking inspiration,
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| a journey that’s without a destination
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| and never having no participation in a life that’s filled with magic,
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| where you just a personification,
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| ornament decoration, nothing but trepidation,
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| life ain’t a doctor and you ain’t a patient in this equation,
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| you are the magnificent creation that God saw a vacancy,
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| decided to make you,
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| then gave you the chance to provide your own narration,
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| a story of uniqueness that has no replacement,
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| never said it was basic, feeling like it’s The Matrix,
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| people that’s filled with hatred, suppressing all your greatness,
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| saying things that are tasteless, making ignorant statements,
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| so narcissistic, behaving so outrageous,
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| nobody’s more qualified on you than you,
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| nobody’s more satisfied in you than you,
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| so if you lose your self respect,
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| stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself, «live and direct», what!
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| CHORUS (x2)
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| Hello, (hello) beauty, (beauty), you know, (you know) better, (better).
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| yeah, (hello) huowh, (beauty), huowh, (you know) huowh, (better).
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| REFRAIN (x2)
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| Cos you know better than what they tell ya,
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| yeah you know better than what they say,
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| so give yourself a reason to love tomorrow.
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| and push away the pain from yesterday.
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| VERSE TWO (Sus Bully)
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| Listen, look,
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| we all wanna shine when the sun don’t,
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| seeing clouds of depression showered, no hope,
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| trying to uplift with a gift on a down slope,
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| but the pressure to provide, man it’s no joke,
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| smile at the grown folk giving you advice
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| when they ain’t done jack with their lives,
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| it’s a gift and a curse, I’m fighting middle-age with a gift,
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| I’m trying hard not to be cursed,
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| put in work, sixty hours on my clock-card,
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| putting in work, writing verses that they will never purchase,
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| why do I do it? |
| And fight to pursue it,
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| when the money I invested could have brought me a new crib,
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| a new car, a new chick, huge lips and a new arse,
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| and you ask why Sus ain’t him? |
| Then you laugh,
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| when I pass the waves, seeing Sharks getting brave,
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| if I drown on a surfboard, who’s gettin' saved?
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| A wise man said, «Beats, Rhymes and Life»,
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| was the way forwards, drugs nothing but a vice,
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| ventilation for the soul, so let me find out,
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| freedom and independence, that’s the route I’m all about,
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| so we show and prove, knowledge of self,
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| I heard it all before, but now it makes sense,
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| so I took control, no sittin' on the fence,
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| just me and my people feeding' em' «live and direct».
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| BREAKDOWN
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| Hello… Hello… Hello… Hello… Hello
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| CHORUS (x2)
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| REFRAIN
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| OUTRO
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| Rest in peace Phife Dawg. |