| Cause the only thing I be is… heavyweight
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| Let me demonstrate, lyrically decorate
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| Check out the vibe, um, that I create
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| You want me to stop — well, it’s too late
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| Want me to flop? |
| Haha — never mate
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| Never hesitate to drop the mic —
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| I never… hesitate to do what I like
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| Never hesitate to pick up a fight
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| At the things right challenging my vibe
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| «Continue?» |
| Yes, I’m sure
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| Get off my lyric and get a big roar
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| Will leave you sore like a beat up whore
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| All eyes them after a ten pound draw
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| Fighting lyrics was against the law
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| Be lame right now when the girl’s so flawed
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| Eating bread and water
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| My living went out to slaughter
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| With an order:
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| Have you come to a decision?
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| «Yes, she’s going to…» (oh shit!)
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| Don’t send me there
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| The beef for my living just to get you; |
| know what?
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| Don’t really care: write what I like
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| So you better prepare
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| Oh, yeah, be aware
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| Yo, a little bit of «Shhh…» for me
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| A little bit of quiet for the MC
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| A little bit of «Shhh…» for me:
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| Make way for the S. O. V
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| A little bit of «Shhh…» for me
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| Now shut your mouth for the MC
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| A little bit hush for me
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| Right now: it’s the S. O. V
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| Right, haha
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| Don’t joke with us small folk
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| Yo, I’ve had one nightstand
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| What you think of mic stands?
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| Right now, how it sounds: I got very hard hands (oww…)
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| An acoustic band on hand, all the time
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| All my fans, I’m in trouble (uh-oh)
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| That sound pollution man got down
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| Well, I make up noise like pots and pans
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| They should put my voice in an ice cream van
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| That way the streets won’t be bland
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| Big-headed? |
| No. Confident? |
| Yes
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| I must confess — well, I’m never gonna rest
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| Well, unless, I don’t want to mess
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| Here comes the press!
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| Another damn reporter
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| Obsessed with my disorder
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| Diagnosis, please? |
| What’s wrong with that girl?
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| «She's ill!»
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| Naw, she’s sick
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| Oh my God! |
| Pianos! |
| Ahhh!
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| (haha) BRRRRRRRR!
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| It’s cold: there’s a new top gyal on road
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| Running t’ing, running t’ing, running t’ing — everything: oh, you’ve been told
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| I requested Shhh and, well, I got it
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| So, let me carry on this; |
| you sit back and vomit
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| Some say I’m cheeky like Wallace and Gromit
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| You know, you can’t stop it
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| Some don’t like me
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| Like the whole Miss Spears and Madonna story:
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| I’m horny
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| Just keep writing; |
| surely, you could ignore me
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| But, then again, if you saw me, you’ll adore me (aww!)
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| Cause I’m so cute and scrawny
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| Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm)
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| And who taught me? |
| Nobody
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| I did it all by myself: you can’t stop me!
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| It’s O. K., it’s alright. |
| You — you can start making some noise now,
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| if you like; |
| you know what I mean, right? |
| I’m not going to go completely off
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| the rail, you know what I mean? |
| Ha, thank you. |
| Hey! |
| Alright, calm down, please.
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| Alright now, a little bit of shhh |