| It’s the next chapter, where’s all my head at?
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| You slept at the fact that we crept back to Set factors straight, the only dead rappers
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| Are penned at the papes of no cred actors
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| Those haters, no you don’t faze us Cos you don’t know shit, so your on a need to know basis
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| And those gracious folk with no status
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| I made this flow for you, no your own name is Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it’s the
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| Middle finger that you put up in a fixture
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| Life’s a bitch and it’ll hit ya If I could pimp woman like I do words I’d be living literature
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| Hip Hop’s a circus act this is obsurd the fact
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| One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap
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| One lyrics with gimmick for every with purpose that
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| Furthered rap culture round the earth and back
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| But some diss when I’m up in your face
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| You’re a man of your word; |
| you got nothing to say
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| I got respect for the scene and love for the place
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| Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change
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| We’re still striving on, we’re still alive and strong
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| Right or wrong I’d still kill for where I belong
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| Insightful on the real deal when I write a song
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| Question, you still feel the vibe I’m on?
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| (Suffa)
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| I’ll have the crowd like, 'oh shit', that’s right I said it
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| I’ll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits
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| Two of the best to ever edit poetics
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| It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it Off, Hilltop in this place, «sir just calm down»
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| Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down
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| You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round
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| You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round
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| Pump it up in your car; |
| turn your car into a club
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| Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down
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| Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno
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| MC’s arn’t the only thing we burn though
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| I’m the arsonist like Rakim is So ask your kids who the number one artist is Obese got the mad fucking roster while
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| Your crew couldn’t even house a foster child!
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| Your flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile
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| When you panic on stage like you lost a child
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| «Where's Benny?"Benny's across the road watching Hilltop
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| Cos they got the flow the hills have still got
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| The skills, the beats to get nice on Don’t need drugs, I get a buzz when the mic’s on So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on Hilltop, we’re what’s left when the vibe’s gone |