| (One, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, two, three
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| One, two, three, owww)
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| You can go to the jungle
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| Go to the city
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| Visit Soweto
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| Live in the Bay or
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| Somewhere in between
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| But you’ll never be unseen
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| Go to the jungle
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| Go to the city
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| Visit Soweto
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| Live in the Bay or
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| Somewhere in between
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| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen
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| Unhh
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| Now this is how it is
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| We try to handle biz
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| And make moves in this land where the power lives
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| Where they devour kids
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| And acts of cowardice rule from a tool of violence and a shrouded bliss
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| I try to release my malice
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| And develop my inner peace in a place so callous
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| Maybe I’ll go to Angola or other Gold Coasts
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| And blow smoke with the old folks 'cause they know most
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| Capture the cultured pearls, jewels, and gems
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| It’s a treasure hunt to stimulate your medulla stem
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| The furthest reaches are within your clutches
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| Concrete covered countries to the most birded regions
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| Virgin territories, those exposed to man made woes
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| They know them Hieros
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| Electrified with lectures, collect respect and ride on
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| Before you even know this I’m gone (no)
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| Go to Saigon, Singapore, Sicily
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| They consider me epitome in Italy (that's right)
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| Hit Libya, India, Morocco
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| Or go to Oakland and hit the eight deuce block dough
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| Chicago, Liberia, Nigeria
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| 'Frisco's cold like Siberia
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| The list goes on
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| Portugal to Spain
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| Maine, San Juan, Guam, or San Luis Obispo
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| You can go to the jungle
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| Go to the city
|
| Visit Soweto
|
| Live in the Bay or
|
| Somewhere in between
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| But you’ll never be unseen
|
| Go to the jungle
|
| Go to the city
|
| Visit Soweto
|
| Live in the Bay or
|
| Somewhere in between
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| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen
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| I don’t know dog
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| Maybe it’s just me
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| But I feel I’m clutching
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| To hold nothing
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| I mean bluffing
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| I got the poker face
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| I don’t really know my place
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| And I never chose this way
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| So I go astray
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| Throw aways blow away
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| Every hope I hold today
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| We were sold as slaves
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| The sky is cold and grey
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| My niggas showed the way
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| So fan and listen now with this
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| I see my golden age
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| Unhh
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| Time zone travellin'
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| Boundary crossin'
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| Now we talkin'
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| Worldwide, now we cost em'
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| Fo' sho' partner I’m a globetrotter
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| Downing shots of Goldschläger
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| Smokin' like a 'O' roster
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| I’ve flown lots of places in a Continental
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| Every spot we’ve been to
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| We monumental
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| We rock the venue like we dropped a missile
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| But it ain’t an attack
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| That’s why the people keep on bringing us back, feel that
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| (One, two, three)
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| I didn’t tap a belly
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| Still I’m lovin' Makaveli
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| Trying to reach the pinnacle
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| And we will, so be ready
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| Said we jetty
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| I’ve never stolen energy
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| Combined with visionary minds so we itchin' to blow
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| Like a Dirty Harry trigger finger
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| With a needle quicker than my Pilipino homies on the two turntables
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| See the truth enables sight through your damaged cornea
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| We got the formula from Oakland California
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| (One, two, three)
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| Go to the jungle
|
| Go to the city
|
| Visit Soweto
|
| Live in the Bay or
|
| Somewhere in between
|
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen
|
| Go to the jungle
|
| Go to the city
|
| Visit Soweto
|
| Live in the Bay or
|
| Somewhere in between
|
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen
|
| (One, two
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| One, two, two
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| One, one, one, two
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| One, one, one, two
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| One, one, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, ahh)
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| (One, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, one, two
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| One, two, three
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| One, two, three, ahh) |