| So here we go again, keepin' it movin', provin' my point
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| I’ve got to make it happen, slick with the patterns and flows
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| No matter what they’re sayin' or playin' on radio
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| My name is here to stay, leadin' the way
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| Like matchin' dominoes, keeps me on my toes
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| Rather be feeling than killin' the soul off
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| I’m willing, not old enough to fold it up
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| Hold it up to the top of the tip top
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| Cream of the crop, beaming it up, steamin' it up
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| Free it up for the talented ones
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| Struggling hustling with lower funds
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| Some even resortin' to guns
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| For my people overseas, my people at home
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| In the AUS no time for second guessin'
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| Or playin' it too safe in this here place
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| Take a risk open up your mind, don’t stagnate
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| 'Cause some of them that they rate
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| Don’t sound that great, kinda hard to tolerate
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| When they don’t appreciate good talent
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know you can’t refuse it
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| You’ve got to choose it
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know when to use it
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| Come on just abuse it
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| Okay, okay, excuse me, excuse me
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| Big fella coming through
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| People await for the great bull at the gate
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| Kicking back dirt, steaming the nose, pulling a face
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| The music monster constantly stomping beats
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| Like Ez’s two feet on them Compton streets
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| Or like Big L’s on the corner of Harlem man
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| My two feet creep like the borders of parliament
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| My new weapon of choice is a Molotov
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| Kept in the boys backpack so you got no knowledge of it
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| Torn cloth or a lit, as soon as it gets lit, it’s like oh shit
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| Clear the streets the schools and the markets
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| Empty your mouth quickly like a mini bar fridge
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| Any artist can be targets, the bigger you think you are
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| The bigger the sky gets, Lord, you can’t afford to ease off
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| You need to be feeling this music like you’re feeling these nuts
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know you can’t refuse it
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| You’ve got to choose it
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know when to use it
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| Come on just abuse it
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| Yungun, yo listen
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| Now I don’t carry guns but I stick to them
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| I’m trying to step out of the bounds that I live in
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| And reach out to the millions and thousands of citizens
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| Across the world but there’s barriers and I’m sick of them
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| Same songs but different people singin' them
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| A lot of minions just taking what they’re given
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| And eat whatever’s on the plates that are dishin' them
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| As long as they’re served up with faces that fit with them
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| Ninety percent will stay in ambivalence
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| What about the ten percent that remain well less interested?
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| Half will judge you before they’ve even listened
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| And you know what they say about arseholes and opinions
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| What’s that?
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| A lot of the former got the latter
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| Me, I don’t follow the format of a rapper
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| But forget the image and the place that I live in
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| And listen to the music 'cause that all that really matters
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know you can’t refuse it
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| You’ve got to choose it
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| All you’ve got to do is
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| Just feel the music
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| You know when to use it
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| Come on just abuse it |