| I just want to rock and be famous
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| And have my fifteen minutes to do some entertaining
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| I’ll snort cobwebs and sleep with starlets
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| Everybody’s got a dream, mine’s to be a harlot
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| Never had one until last year
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| When the last beer of the night was raised
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| I found myself crazed
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| Eying crowds fighting over space
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| Looking all around the sound I faced
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| Was raised fists and applause
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| This thought’d crossed my mind
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| But still I barely paused
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| 'Cause I’ve mined the grapevine for the motive
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| 'Cause and the sort of laws applied
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| The ride stopped when he said
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| Exactly the same thing as she said
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| Real rap don’t be dead, don’t be led astray
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| Keep calm and on beat and don’t forget to pray
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| Staying street in the gutter, I mutter the butter rhymes
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| All the better to bring out the goods in the tough times
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| The times they change and people they get stranger
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| The best minds of our times are in the gravest danger
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| 'Cause if it’s not right then it must be left alone on its own
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| To pursue it due death
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| I was purged when life merged with a bigger head office
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| All about prophets on their lawns they burn crosses
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| In their homes they burn incense to ward off the lawless
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| In this sense an immense force became a colossus
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| Now I’m sitting in an office that I call my room
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| Trying to make enough money to cover the rent
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| And I am absolutely sick of not being a rock star
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| I guess I’m gonna have to give a little more head
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| This is my rap song for everything that’s gone wrong
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| That you couldn’t keep a lid on and so on and so on
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| I give you one to grow on until I bid you so long
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| You got to be so strong, so c’mon, c’mon
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| Let me take you on journey to back in the day
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| When we used less words, when we had something to say
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| When the words meant more at the shows we’d play
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| Because it was all just fun at the end of the day
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| I remember when we used to play in the grass
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| Didn’t have a quest and knew it wouldn’t last
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| But must one fail for another to pass?
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| I’m getting credit for the freshness while cutting the class
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| Josh Martinez, I been here the whole time
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| Cramming slam poets into toe jam line by line
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| My sign is the lion and I’m five foot ten
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| I’m always eating all the time but still I’m staying thin
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| And when it’s raining staying in and drinking gin
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| And when it’s hot I’m out a lot in nature
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| Taking in the sights and nomenclature
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| I’m twenty three years old and I look great naked
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| Gold in my eyes and I think I make it
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| But just as I try to take a bite of the pie
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| It was taken away from I and I don’t know why
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| I don’t have a piece yet for me to even eat
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| So I’m sitting here trying to kick it clear over this rap beat
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| This is my rap song for everything that’s gone wrong
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| That you couldn’t keep a lid on and so on and so on
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| I give you one to grow on until I bid you so long
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| You got to be so strong, so c’mon, c’mon
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| Why am I waiting?
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| If I’m not hungry what the fuck is this craving?
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| For more roof raising, amazing giving and taking
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| I’m always doing free shows with no hesitation, frustrated
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| I just want to be appreciated
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| Finally got my shit out on vinyl and I made it
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| And so it was fated, getting faded on soul control
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| Sold a few songs, strung along, paid the toll
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| Records start to sell everybody gets bitter
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| Lets a little glitter gold, get a hold of the soul
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| And this designated hitter wouldn’t take one on the chin
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| So we went our separate ways and now I’m out and they in
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| I’m gone with the wind that comes on with the storm
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| That wipes out the farms that leave their lights on
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| You gotta lock your doors
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| Never sure who’s gonna show up
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| Throw up those hands
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| If you want to be down
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| If I’m not mistaken, I’m good at what I do
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| I rap my intellect to tap into the tapestry of being true
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| Who said you could steal my club mix?
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| Let the kizzy get bizzy and love it
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| Chicka, chicka, I’m on my shit
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| Deliver live shows too dope to forget
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| I rock five mics on four tracks
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| I’m three albums deep and it all led to this one hit
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| So don’t sleep |