| Don’t call it a comeback
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| I been here for years
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| Rocking my peers and putting suckers in fear
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| Making the tears rain down like a MON-soon
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| Listen to the bass go BOOM
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| Explosion, overpowering
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| Over the competition, we’re towering
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| Wrecking shop, when I drop these lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
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| Don’t you dare stare,
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| You better move
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| Don’t ever compare
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| Us to the rest that’ll all get sliced and diced
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| Competition’s paying the price
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| I’m gonna knock you out
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| Mama said knock you out
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| Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio
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| I just don’t know
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| What made you forget that I was raw?
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| But now I got a new tour
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| I’m going insane, starting the hurricane, releasing pain
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| Letting you know that you can’t gain, I maintain
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| Unless you say my name
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| Ripping, killing
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| Digging and drilling a hole
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| Pass the Ol' Gold
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| Mama said knock you out |