| Ever heard of me
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| Open heart surgery
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| Hardcore poetic informed without burglary
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| Hard-body trained to fight the revolution
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| Cause I grew up on Spike Lee and Pac’s music
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| My dialog will put shadows on the Sun
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| Rock Paper Scissors
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| Bombs blades and guns
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| I never had hoop dreams I was too short
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| Wanted to be like my pops with a box of new-ports
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| He used to bump Too Short in his Cadillac
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| And now they call me Too Short with some swag to match
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| And half of that, is just to get my passion back
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| I made a vow never end up like these rappin cats
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| Super Ugly fool so wheres the fashion at
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| Sackcloth Fashion Expo, Special delivery
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| My history is misery
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| I watched Malcolm X and Ruby Bridges religiously
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| Oklahoma. |
| Respect us and I put that on the set cuz, Blood
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| What ever your callin, ballin
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| Just like im Lil Troy, just to make a little noise
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| Sick of deception arrested without confession
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| Murdered the whole game using words as a weapon
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| Smith and Wesson blast then ask questions Ugly!
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| Carlitta Durand (Chorus)
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| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly
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| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly
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| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah
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| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah
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| This for Ferrison, breathe deep, breathe easy
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| When opposites attack, rap competition lacks
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| Hitting switches like it’s 92, or 93, nothing but a G
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| Currency till I’m free
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| Magnified to the 10th, I’ve been cool since I was 6
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| Remember me, the same kid in 8th grade, bumping El-P on tape
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| Super ugly in the face, acrylic with the lyrics how I crafted
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| Old dirty bastard, Mumia and Assata, caprices and impalas
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| Im a rider and You don’t wanna
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| I Pray my words spread past Oklahoma
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| Black man, black skin, vampire smiling
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| And you so awful, homie, I’m so awesome
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| Tipping 44 out the sun roof flossing
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| Super ugly, the eyes of the beholder
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| Holster, over, I’m supposed to get closer
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| Closer, yeah, closer to the edge
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| So don’t push me, I’m Mike Tyson in the head
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| Carlitta Durand (Chorus)
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| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly
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| Your show is ugly, a monster super ugly, super ugly
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| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah
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| Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, yeah |