| And very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network
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| Even for so short a visit as this one
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| Back with old friends like No I.D. |
| who is tonight’s director and
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| Nobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again,
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| so it’s gratifying to get the chance— us to do it again
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| So it’s gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.)
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| Personally, I’ve never met anybody who didn’t like The Incredible True Story
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| Now tonight, what we do have is a thriller
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| If it’s half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic
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| Quite possibly, a little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which
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| shall be nameless
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| Is responsible
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| Doesn’t really matter
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| A story doesn’t have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spine
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| And with two magic words
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| Ayy, no pressure
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| Never graduated, but I school 'em like professor
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| Growing up, the world always told me I was lesser
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| Growing up, the world told me I could not address her
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| Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser
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| If you press a issue on they block
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| (Hey, Logic, Snake here
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| I hear you’re planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear
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| Well, listen to me, it won’t work)
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| This liquor that I’m drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit
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| Feeling like I’m sinking like Titanic or some other ship
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| Word to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit
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| Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai
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| But y’all ain’t ready for that shit, that’s more like Ultra 85
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| Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal
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| Praying that my crew next like cotton material
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| Never had a car, that’s why I hate the fuckin' bus
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| Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
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| Call it static, my headphones on, it’s Illmatic
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| On my Rosa Parks, in the back writin' like B-Rabbit
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| How I carry it, murder the beat and then I’ma bury it
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| Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet
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| Drop another number one and watch 'em all get mad again
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| Memorizing verses like the Vatican, I’m glad again
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| Empty the clip and then do that again
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| And now we ridin' 'round the city on a dollar twenty-five
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| Boy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive
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| People telling you to stay in your lane, can’t even drive
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| Tell you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five
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| Bitch, I’m too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume
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| All of my memories from past and present like two identities
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| Logic fallin' off is an obscenity
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| Top five I better be, steadily
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| Doggin' these bitches like I’m a Pedigree
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| Obtain class with no degree
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| Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC
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| Feeling free, yeah, I’m feeling free
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| But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be
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| Over possessions like an apostrophe
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| It’s chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock?
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| A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshocked
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| Leave the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a box
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| The government got my pops
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| The government can’t be stopped
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| I’m a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thought
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| It’s more like
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| We interrupt this transmission with a special report |