| I got a 245 out of Glasgow
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| Lower cash flow, missed the last show out in London
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| I need some grass yo, that be my current mindstate
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| When I get to the States I gotta get my life straight
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| Realize fate didn’t deal a bad hand, now I’m seein' foreign lands
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| Pretty much twistin' trees overseas
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| Feel the cool breeze from the countryside
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| Not the sounds of rusty nine
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| Stench of greed from these crowds tryna touch what’s mine
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| Don’t trust the lies of media, I witnessed first hand
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| I’m tryna cake it up enough, return to my birth land
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| My words span across the globe like email
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| Great detail, summarizin' life how we fear
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| Everyday, another dollar, more struggle
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| More beats to juggle, brave hearts we ain’t seekin' trouble
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| It’s automatic revolution represented
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| Liverpool was cool and even Manchester felt it
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| I guess it’s up to us to keep the torch burnin', world turnin'
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| Son I’m tryna keep my balance while away desertin'
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| And learnin' every day that life is more than just your block
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| And anytime I touch the mic I gotta make it hot
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| Across the globe, across the globe, across the globe…
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| Worldwide, worldwide…
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| It’s really no sense, they come eatin' with the likes of us
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| Mics to bust, to bin some prodigals
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| Another bites the dust, you know the format
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| With raw raps, hard kicks and skull snaps
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| Hip Hop to the fullest, since what?
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| We call that courtesy of Stevie
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| One reason why we doin' this
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| You insist, lyrics from supreme vocalist
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| A headbanger not displayed in the same manner
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| I change grammar and take flight from a plane hangar
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| This is slightly different from the way you used to hearin' me
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| Prepare indeed, minds to open up like surgery
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| A big girls blouse, we too tough, we could never be
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| Can’t say my name but associate it with burglary
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| Deservedly, a grammy really should be honored
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| Nothing could compare like Salado, Cana
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| Don’t want drama with this wicked lyricist
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| Smoke a spliff, drink some lager, when you fall, here it is
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| Stirrin' kicks, divided by vans
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| Dropped a few hints on who we are
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| Light up the sky like some shootin' star
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| Units are moved in abundance every day
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| Peace to Phill for hookin' us with the spots still
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| Across the globe, across the globe, across the globe…
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| Worldwide, worldwide…
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| New York, London, Manchester, uh, Glasgow yo, yeah
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| Germany yo, yeah, Liverpool, yo, yeah
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| Sweden yeah, yeah, France, know what I’m sayin', yo
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| Across the globe… |