| You may be held on a pedestal by few
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| But the wolves will circle perpetually below you
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| Okay so don’t look down, no don’t you fall
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| From that high horse looking down upon us all
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| Because a weary step misplaced
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| Could determine your fate
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| A non-linear, brand new nadir
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| In a demographic consumed by fear
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| It’s my kith and kin, my hearth and home
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| You gonna tell me now that I don’t belong? |
| Nah
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| No one can say what we don’t deserve
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| And no one can say what we’ve yet to earn
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| I know that this belongs to the young at heart
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| And this is your catharsis as much as ours
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| But you can’t both innovate and play it safe
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| I’d sooner fold and leave than assimilate
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| In a non-linear, nacent nadir
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| We’re the the one’s for you to fucking fear
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| Let’s see how tall your motherfucking pedestal stands
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| When we tear it down piece by piece
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| With our bare fucking hands
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| Real recognise real, we see straight through you
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| Stood the test of time, never changed, paid our dues fool
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| So when you say you’re real
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| Yo, I can’t believe it
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| 'Cause when we say we’re real
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| You know we really mean it
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| So when we say you’re fake, you ain’t gonna say nothing
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| We see your poker face but ain’t none of us bluffing
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| Motherfucker |