| Hello there
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| Finally taken notice, have you?
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| Picture perfect, got a face for CCTV
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| Way too greasy, this is Mase’s debut CD
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| We’re picture perfect like Barcelona Thursday nights on repeat
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| God was showing off when he made me, G
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| Let me feel the air, volume like Mel Gibson’s hair
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| Yellow cab painted black, license plate says millionaire
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| Take it to the bridge now, we’ll kill 'em there
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| Ceramic tiles in my villain’s lair
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| We don’t sleep but we fucks with sleep’s cousin
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| 'Cause death brings peace but sleep doesn’t
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| So keep buzzing, keep thugging, we don’t need judging
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| Spending other every day dodging police truncheons
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| Yo, it’s easy to see why we don’t really trust them
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| Or the monarchy or the lying government
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| Middle finger straight up, shouting fuck them
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| Moving like DJs tryna make their cuts blend
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| I’m dirtier than the skirtless women on the top shelf
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| Yo, fuck a house, I’m only saving so I can cop help
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| You’re dead, wheezy, crazy, they should lock us in a soft cell
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| My name’s on more posters than any lost male, your socks smell
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| Pop sells and hip hop is dead, so move off the grave
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| Grave-digging with my hands so I never need to shop for spades (nah)
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| Lapped and drove past the rat race and didn’t stop for days
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| I spit tsunamis so there’s no chance you’ll stop waves
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| Or kill the game, and then par off the funeral
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| You’re deadweights on the stage but trust, it’s far from a musical
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| We’re fucking ugly, we ain’t making nothing beautiful
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| Our style’s tailor-made but always ends up unsuitable
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| I’ll turn your spliff to ash and never give it back
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| Then catch me in the swimming pool with Kendrick playing, splashing liquor back
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| of rap, never fat, I’m just fucking slack
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| Still, I’ll make a track, no Moloko but you’ll sing it back
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| Wolves in the skin of a sheep, ripped to his feet
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| Stand dead on our feet, destroy the weak
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| The devil don’t sleep, so neither do we
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| Best of both worlds, no Hovis, and anything we create’s explosive
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| So take notice
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| Filling up grades with the hopeless
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| So take notice
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| You should already know where the dope is
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| So take notice
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| You want God’s word? |
| We’re the closest
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| So fuck Moses
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| Number eight plate like a swarm of locusts |