| What we’re fighting for 3 2 1
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| I don’t know what for 3 2 1
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| What were fighting for 3 2 1
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| I don’t know what for, for, for
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| Clap your hands everybody
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| Don’t act like you never saw me
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| Just clap your hands everybody
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| And everybody clap your hands
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| You say hello, I say goodbye
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| Don’t leave me high or Molson Dry
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| Feels so good when you’re by my side
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| Check my Johnny Depp, playin' the role of a fly guy, whatever
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| I thought together, we’re tougher than leather
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| And never pull put the pleasure under pressure
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| But it seems all that glitters is gold
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| Baby you sold your soul for the golden goose
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| But the truth is as long as I keep rhyming
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| Eyes keep shining soul stays divine
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| I remember '96 we used to dance
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| I had two pairs of pants, but you had that glance
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| Yo, we used to hang out in the park and just chill
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| Now we swing swords in the dark and act ill
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| Doesn’t really matter, I got to go
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| Peace to Maestro, Zebb Rock fo' sho we did it
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| Guess who’s back but never left it all
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| With a brand new pencil and a crystal ball
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| Let it fall
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| Summertime break down the wall
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| You can’t give what you have not received at all
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| It’s the truth
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| Full proof, but fools need proof
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| So I slide to the side and I act uncouth
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| But its just an act, cause I might react
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| To those who never held a mic that fed back
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| Listen its just a day in the life
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| Of a man living in the dark one headlight
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| Big up to Dillon, the village makes the villain
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| I write raps well I watch myself on the ceiling
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| 4 3 2 1, it’s a countdown
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| I roll like a laser beam through the downtown
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| It’s mind over matter, maintain the glow
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| Peace to Metric, LJ (era) ooh. |