| Non-stop, it never cease
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| Yeah, the word on the street is we disturbing the peace
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| Yes indeed, so you can run and tell a friend
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| Who can tell a friend to tell a friend that you heard it from me that
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| Sure as the moon rise, after the sun set
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| Days of our lives, night of the living undead
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| Shit gets hectic, live from the cesspit
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| Somebody wiser than me once said
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| ‘Boy, don’t you know this life is non-stop?'
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| All up and down the block they
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| Sniffing powder, popping pills, smoking rock
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| Breaking news, twenty-four-seven around the clock
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| Every time you turn the TV on it’s someone getting shot
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| It’s non-stop
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| Crooks cover their tracks and hide the proof
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| Suits quoting from books, but see, the truth is
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| That if there’s a buck to be made
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| Believe that somebody be getting paid
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| Each and every day it’s non-stop
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| Them boats stay coming ‘cross the seas
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| And all we’ve got for ‘em is boundless hypocrisy
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| People like you and me, keep ‘em under lock and key
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| And so we gotta be the change that we wanna see
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| It’s non-stop, ready for action we get it cracking
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| Any competition we send ‘em packing
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| Follow me, 'cause it seems we need some new leaders
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| Control the house through the voice pumping out your speakers
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| In the concrete jungle metropolis
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| Rush hour all around and you gotta get out
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait, no
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait
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| Got you caught up in the crowd with the populous
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| Rush hour all around, so monotonous now
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait, no
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait
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| Uh, get it in ya
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| It’s that L.T.C, get it in you
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| Non-stop, never sleep
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| It’s a never-ending story, this novel is deep
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| Deep up in ya, long enough to reach next week
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| That’s where I come from, and I’m not talking born and raised
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| I’m talking non-stop work each and every day
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| Learn each and every day’s a school day until the weekend
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| Then we bender non-stop
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| All my jaw slingers, 'cause we’re all winners, get it in ya
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| Put your money where your mouth is, my mouth is hanging for payday
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| Stomach’s on the rumble for recognition and airplay
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| Put you back in your place and that’s nowhere near where we stay
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| Caught a glimpse of my greatness and ended up cremated
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| So we rack up your ashes and gum what’s left
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| Call up my D-D at 6am 'cause we rocking non-stop
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| Clean yourself up, dust yourself off, sort yourself out, sort your life out
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| Right now I got a couple choices
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| I got boys that sell bags to lawyers
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| While I’m at work getting nagged by my employers
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| But when I step in the building I destroy it
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| I’m always ready for action, we get it cracking
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| Any competition we send ‘em packing
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| Because it’s obvious we need some real leaders
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| Control the house through the voice pumping out your speakers
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| In the concrete jungle metropolis
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| Rush hour all around and you gotta get out
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait, no
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait
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| Got you caught up in the crowd with the populous
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| Rush hour all around, so monotonous now
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait, no
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| Non-stop, it won’t wait
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| La-da-day, la-da-da-da-day
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| Money change hands and night turn to day
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| Either get with it or just get out the way
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| 'Cause it’s non-stop, non-stop, non-stop
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| La-da-day, la-da-da-da-day
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| Money change hands and night turn to day
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| Either get with it or just get out the way
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| 'Cause it’s non-stop, non-stop, non-stop
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| Ayy, come take a ride with us cuzzy
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| Blur lines behind us we moving so fast
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| Zigzagging down an eight lane freeway in a sci-fi city
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| We made our own freak-o-system here
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| Money exchange hands at a rapid rate
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| Like glances between predator and prey
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| So which one are you? |