| Fist raised, you could cause a reaction
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| Ain't nobody gonna fuck with me (fuck with me)
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| I can tell by the way that you're acting
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| And we could both agree
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| I never felt so low
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| But I love the way I look, yeah
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| With this bloody nose
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| Look how many hits it took ya'
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| I mix pain with a little satisfaction
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| They go together all the same to be
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| I'm just tryna stay ahead of the action
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| And we could both agree
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| I never felt so low
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| But I love the way I look, yeah
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| With this bloody nose
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| Look how many hits it took ya'
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| Here I go down this broken road
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| My smile still shows through my bloody nose
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Yeah, I go (ooh)
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| I smile but there's blood in my reflection
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| There's violence in the poetry (poetry)
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| When it's over, there's no resurrection
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| At least for you and me
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| I never felt so low
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| But I love the way I look, yeah
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| With this bloody nose
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| Look how many hits it took ya'
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| Here I go down this broken road
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| My smile still shows through my bloody nose
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Yeah, I go (ooh)
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| I march on, just like violence
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| Today, I'll break the silence
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| Feels good, be compliant
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| Do you see me when you close your eyelids?
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| Today I'ma get back up
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| Fists raised, let's get close up
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| Your life won't be so rough
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| Get the fuck up, 'cause we've had enough
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| Here we lay
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| In our final hours, like dying flowers
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| The price we pay
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| As you struggle for power
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| That your ego devours (ego devours)
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| Here I go down this broken road
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| My smile still shows through my bloody nose
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Still, I go (ooh)
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| Yeah, I go (ooh)
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| I march on, just like violence
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| Today, I'll break the silence
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| Feels good, be compliant
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| Do you see me when you close your eyelids |