| There’s no rush
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| Don’t sweat the hold up
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| I’ll take the whole month, if I want
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| Who knows how long
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| «At onces» not once from now on
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| Go at my own pace
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| Have patience ladies and hombres
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| All praises due
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| Book of life, skim pages through
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| Chapter one
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| I rep just because and have just begun
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| Think under the gun
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| Everything under the sun
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| So what’s up?
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| I’m getting into something, don’t interrupt
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| Powerful stuff
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| Suckers are awful stuck
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| On hook
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| And such if I ain’t touching I don’t look
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| If it ain’t sunny I don’t spaz
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| If it ain’t funny I don’t laugh
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| Saving your hides
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| Guess that y’all was only resting your eyes
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| For the rest of your lives
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| The chosen
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| Got flaws and don’t care bout who knows 'em
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| moments ago, I outgrows 'em
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| I tuned out
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| So where to now?
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| The year 2000, WOW!
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| Time flies when you have fun
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| Yo I’m the last one that you wanna hear from
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| In a stern tone
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| I’m about to see whose sternum is a firm bone
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| Jonwayne is the best
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| Not the one from the Westerns, the one from the West
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| Far as the rest they either stepped up and repped him or read them and wept
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| Me, I rep to the death
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| But I am not dead just yet
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| Forgive and forget
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| And watch the go-getter go get |