| I don’t know really how to start this track, maybe I won’t
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| I could be dull and do a heartless rap and you could go
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| Punchline back to back, hitting every syllable
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| It’s all subliminal, jump lines and no I never knew for you to say
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| Who I am, where I’m at and how the free
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| Need to take advice from each and every other emcee
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| But I’d rather speak and tell about the time that I flourished
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| weak and malnourished
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| Now perish hit the thought where used to low
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| Courage when they found the mic just to draw blood in the skirmish
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| Bite your ears off
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| I spit the beastest christen
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| Shouting loud in hope that the death can start listening
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| Lay the right paths so their necks keep ripping
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| Try and make some money to pay back all his tickets
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| Still hope you recognise real when you spitting
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| Holding down my position
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| Just waiting for the collision
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| It’s all me, this is all I’ll ever be
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| You can take it to leave it, believe it, disagree
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| Feel free!
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| That’s the meaning to this literally
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| One day I sit down oh so simply
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| It’s all me
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| It’s all I’ll ever be
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| You can take it to leave it, believe it, disagree
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| Feel free!
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| That’s the meaning to this literally
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| One day I sit down oh so simply
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| Who would’ve known?
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| This is the happiest I’ve been
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| Even though I have no money, no food and no green
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| Just my old dream
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| Music running through my blood stream
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| Searching for a break, this clean
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| Stay wise by what I seen
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| As I travel through your town you might find me on your sofa
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| A student of the sky is my only real persona
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| Would’ve liked to stay and look at twenty grand per stoner
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| Me and my amigos, fat rides in the chauffeur
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| No longer feeling broke I hit you with the classic verse
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| But the root to all evil won’t come without a curse
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| Like the good times we face ain’t great without the worst
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| I never knew lie until I seen death, though it hurts
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| And these words
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| Through the average years are empty
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| I’ll label this cliche by those who resent me
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| The underground sent me from my manipulation
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| Still I’m feeling hooked by this bait situation |