| Said I’m a night owl, fly above the city after lights out
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| 'Cause my thoughts are clearest when the noise dies down
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| So while you sleep I’m up late workin' on my escape plan
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| So take my hand 'cause we leavin' right now
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| And you can march with me or you can move aside
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| Whether you a true droogie or you just cruisin' by
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| Forget the do or die, just loosen your suit and tie
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| They too concerned with being cool, I’m concerned with losin' mine
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| Hear the stomach rumble, it’s running on empty
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| But still I break bread with those who trespass against me
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| 'Cause even angels tell lies on their bad days
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| Tryna navigate a world that’s man made
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| But the aforementioned characters who inhabit my shoulder blades
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| Are both claimin' they know the way, fuckin' with my pokerface
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| But I’m feelin' like a pimp so I’m gonna brush 'em off
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| Look 'em in the eyes when I tell 'em straight, «Welcome overstayed»
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told»
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| Let no man be afraid to speak his part
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| But let it come from the heart and the soul
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| An alibi’s just a lie in the absence of proof
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| Above all, let the truth be told
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| Same crews, same songs, but there’s been a name change
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| From today on you can call me Mr Gameface
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| 'Cause I got my game face on
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| Me and Adit came back to give The Grey Space a paint job
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| And we ain’t cut from the same cloth
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| My hat perched on a double crown 'cause I’m twice the king
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| Steady tryna build a kingdom out of rhythm and rhyme
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| We on your porch bangin' on your front door till you invite us in
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| Truth be told I’m a stoned out scatterbrain
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| But I never smoked a cigarette
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| 'Cause if I did then I’d probably smoke a pack a day
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| And that’s a lot to pay for a little bit of death
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| See, truth be told I’m just doin' my best
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| But regardless, I’ma stick to my guns
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| So listen up while I get this stuff off of my chest
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| 'Cause honestly, yo, my conscious weighs a tonne
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told»
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| Let no man be afraid to speak his part
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| But let it come from the heart and the soul
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| An alibi’s just a lie in the absence of proof
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| Above all, let the truth be told
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| So now we move like comets round this planet of rock
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| Collidin' off one another till we finally stop
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| Sign of the times, if motherfuckers put they mind in they rhymes
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| Then they might find that they could write some like mine
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| Or, better yet, like yours
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothing stopping you from pennin' your thoughts
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| You see, kids get bored, kids kill time
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| So as long as there’s kids on this planet, kids will rhyme
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| So tell me how you gonna earn your stripes
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| 'Cause I’m tryna get mine with just some words and a mic
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| And we on target, songs sparkin' chain reactions
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| Across the neighbourhood like the sound of dogs barking
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| And I send these words to be there with you when I can’t
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| In your pocket on your iPod, wherever you are
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| Let the truth be told up in your ear
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| From around the corner to around the globe in both hemispheres
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told»
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| «Trust be told» |