| Straight outta St. Paul
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| a crazy muthafucka named Felix
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| You’ve seen the live show so you know how it is,
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| I’ve seen the light grow for these Twin City kids
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| the green it might grow for these Twin City kids
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| (they greet me like whoa, all these Twin City kids)
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| ten gritty kids trying to rock the mic
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| If I’m one of 'em the other nine won’t sound right
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| standing up on a stage looking good sounds tight
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| but you’ve gotta shine bright if you want the limelight
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| I fight with the rhythm in a lopsided bout for you
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| I thank y’all just for coming to check us out
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| (for you) I thank y’all for taking time out your day,
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| and listening to us,
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| I hope we rub you in the right way
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| You might say that he has fun with it
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| six or seven years and still has fun with it
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| Interlocks still the click, no I ain’t done with it
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| I chase the raps like a cat at the club chasing digits
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| paced to rip it,
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| but always keep it in perspective
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| for you dudes were new too
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| here is our objective
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| step onstage, get the face looking mean
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| put in a little dirt and make it right like the A-Team
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| I play the night like a daydream
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| stay to fight and make scenes when up against teams
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| you weigh the triple beam and rock guns
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| I leave the nipple clean and rock tongues just for fun
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| Mode 1! |