| I’m rappin' for a livin' with the shittiest of revenues
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| I’m payin' what I need to pay then give away the residue
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| I live today as if I knew tomorrow’s mine
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| When in fact I’m well aware I’m on some borrowed time
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| And I have to meet my destiny — it’s sadly a necessity
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| Reality will drastically just capture me eventually
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| And rap’ll be the death of me — I’ve understood that
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| But it’s the only thing I’ve ever been told I was good at
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| So I’ll stick to my guns with conviction
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| I feel as if my diction’s become an addiction
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| And now I’m too weird for jobs and social life
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| I know — but the scope of what I write is ocean wide
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| They wanna keep us dull and they’re takin' great measures
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| By providin' a variety of chemical pleasures
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| But they sure ain’t getting what they paid for
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| Ain’t chasin' no dragon — just tryin' to outrun the pale horse
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| We fight and we fend but tonight it will finally end
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| Come foes — come friends
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| I bet you can tell this is it so I bid my farewell
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| Let the vigil commence
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| I’m puttin' critics in clinics — sick of their cynical opinions |
| They wanna be remembered — I am givin' ‘em oblivion
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| ‘cause livin' in dominions of faculties is frightening
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| So actually in fact they better stack up on their vicodin
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| They take one look at you then call in the cavalry
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| And quickly throw a book at you with marketing strategies
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| Bargainin' tactfully and targetin' mass appeal
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| But I’ve got the audacity to be causin' calamity
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| ‘cause I’m stubborn as fuck — never givin' in willingly
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| Always listen to my gut like some silly ventriloquy
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| Words are weapons and I’ve got the illest artillery
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| I flow precise as if I’ve got a silicon chip in me
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| I’m bringin' ruckus to the dicks who string the puppets
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| Hope to hit ‘em with my spit before I quit and kick the bucket
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| Lick my dick and suck it if you didn’t approve
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| Now go and do your job and write a shitty review
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| We fight and we fend but tonight it will finally end
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| Come foes — come friends
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| I bet you can tell this is it so I bid my farewell
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| Let the vigil commence
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| This mountaintop is lonely — I am nobody’s protégé
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| Eventually mountains turn to pebble — it’s a slow decay |
| I was told to stay in line but I’m fallible
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| The detours I have taken have been rather radical
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| Incompatible — my path is full of twists and contortions
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| And it’s taken cataclysmic proportions
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| Now I’m stealin' cookies ‘cause I’m desperate for fortune
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| Can’t rest my stressed mind — left with exhaustion
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| I’ve built my kingdom in the dark — I was set apart
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| Have been roamin' freely in the shadows from the very start
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| Soon you’ve reached the end of this emperor’s repertoire
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| When I’m done send me off to bed forevermore
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| A legacy of record sleeves made in the days of old
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| My castle has been crumblin' as of late but I stay on post
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| Crazy — well maybe so — afraid it’s the way to go
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| A heart fit for gods and a face fit for radio
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| We fight and we fend but tonight it will finally end
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| Come foes — come friends
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| I bet you can tell this is it so I bid my farewell
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| Let the vigil commence |