| I ain’t gone for, I’m just trying to Stay Warm in a world that’s so cold
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| And no matter what you’ve been told, I ain’t gone for
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| That’s why I won’t grow old in a world that’s so cold
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| Remember mom always told us to cut the graff-shit
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| And get a good education we could fall back with
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| She went keep it clean rap sheets sons
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| We went running down the tracks looking up to Bits and Mack and 'em
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| We went the wrong way very dedicated
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| Our bets were made when we were fifteen
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| We were some hardcore motherfucking hip-hop rats
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| Ain’t alot of rappers out there can get with that
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| It’s all chit for chat thought it was tit the tat
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| I hit a lot of people off they ain’t hit me back
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| But now I’m back in the pit
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| Thought I’d hit you with a track that can show you how sappy rap can get
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| Dreams are swinging by the top of the trees
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| We walking in mud reaching up to the knees
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| And peeps are talking they can talk all they want
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| We been walking a while now we can walk some more
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| And no matter what you’ve been told
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| I ain’t gone for, I’m just trying to Stay Warm in a world that’s so cold
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| And no matter what you’ve been told I ain’t gone for
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| That’s why I won’t grow old in a world that’s so cold
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| You know, we always build upstreams, storms blowing in my face
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| One of the last living survivors of a dying race
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| Fuck rap, nowadays it’s a race for the paper chasing I’m like a welfare case
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| Pouching elbows for breathing space
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| Don’t want to leave this place but the dreaming days are over
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| The dreams change meaning when you sober and the weather is colder
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| Mind stays young but the body grows older
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| And everybody’s so young and their minds grown colder
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| I ain’t holding no grudges I show many a cold shoulder
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| I’m an old cold Hip-Hop soldier and I’ve earned my stripes
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| I paid more dues than I can tell for
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| Shell toast placed outside the door breaking on the cell floor
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| I was painting on the trains like daily
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| Had a couple of girls faint in 98 and made the underground hate me
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| And see fifteen years of raps have really made me
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| Plus I’ve been breaking since I was a little baby so you can hate me
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| I wrote my first rhyme back in '89 in a different world, a distinct state of
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| mind
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| Years passed and they played my mind
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| And it feels a piece of it has stayed behind
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| Now peeps are acting like we ain’t alive
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| Claiming we should quit the game maybe save some time
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| But I obey my craving seems I’m always back to play ain’t no saying why
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| I ain’t rhyming to save the world or be the greatest MC and play a thug
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| I guess I’ll stay in the mud, and you can stay and curse my way all the way to
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| church
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| Been like this since I came to earth a thirsty little bastard I’m staying
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| thirsty
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| I’ll always step on stage no matter if we main act or we playing first
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| I ain’t gone for |