| I try to deal on an emotional level
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| This is real hard, it feels, the shit is hard, like
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| Expressing your feelings, feeling’s is a bitch
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| You give me fever, you give me cold sweat
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| Walking down the street, people see me as a threat
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| See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents
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| Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance
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| When my adrenaline’s pumping like baseline played by Robbie
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| Feel like cops want to mug me, and cats want to rob me
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| Ho-he, I don’t know, I’m paranoia personified
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| I try to stay on point, but it seems so bonafide
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| Yo, I try and wipe the sweat on my forehead again
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| Some day I know this shit will end, but I don’t know exactly when
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| Until then I just depend upon my friends
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| Sometimes I feel like a newborn child, ready for world entrance
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| My sense is playing hide and seek for hours
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| Doing yoga in the shower, just to gather my body powers
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| But still my strength and my faith is fading
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| Cause in written times, when days pass without consideration
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| Defacing public buildings, for some kind of healing
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| Cause I ain’t the greatest one, when it comes to handling feelings
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| Couldn’t even tell my girl I wanted her
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| Now my fever’s reaching out the top notch on the thermometer
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| You give me fever, you give me cold sweat
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| Walking down the street, people see me as a threat
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| See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents
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| Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance
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| Whenever lustful for the flesh, I embrace success
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| Massage the back of my carrier, to relieve my stress
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| I grab the mic, and release, I’m asking this beyond belief
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| On my belief, I excommunicate myself from life’s beef
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| And pork is hogging up my arteries, it bothers me now
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| I’m miss the depth of all this pondering, I’m wondering how
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| Do I survive, am I alive, or is this all a dream scape
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| I hope it is, I need to escape, this common landscape
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| I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination
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| Simplify sophistication, it needs two complications
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| It takes deeps concentration, in this situation
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| Free consultation, within this lying compilation
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| Daily meditation, prescribed medication
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| Recommended by doctors and hospitals, throughout the nation
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| Courtesy the arsonist and LoopTroop, all of the achievers
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| And relievers of the fever, changing victims to believers
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| You give me fever, you give me cold sweat
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| Walking down the street, people see me as a threat
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| See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents
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| Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance
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| S, S, S, P my landlord disses me
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| Cold radiators and no hot water pisses me off
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| Not to mention the stench of garbage
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| In the stairway, leaking into my apartment
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| Scratch that rule, 271, second floor
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| Somebody caught the death threat in my door
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| Now you know where I stay at, knock, knock, who that
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| «Open up, it’s the police», get off my doormat
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| «Fuck cops», they follow my lead like buckshots
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| Want my ass to pose for polaroid mugshots
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| And I ain’t did jack shit
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| At least nothing they can prove, plus I pay my taxes
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| Mad stress, bad breath, no student loans
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| This semester, see you sensei, kid, you’re on your own
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| Not one krone, but yo, I got a microphone
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| Maybe I can make this hot and get a beat on the telephone
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| I feel alone, a feverish heat
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| «Hey, it’s way past midnight», I know, I need a beat
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| I can’t sleep, this rhyming shit haunts me
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| Should I sign this contract or not, nobody points me
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| In the right direction, yo, what’s right, what’s gonna be left
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| For me in a deal, is it fair or pure theft
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| I feel like I’m gonna burst
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| What the fuck, I can’t even express myself without a curse
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| Why do I even use this foreign language
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| I don’t speak English with the ones I hang with
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| «Men att flowa på svenska är jävligt svårt
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| För det är alldeles för enkelt, och inte många förstår»
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| And I want to reach heads all over
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| EmBee, I’m coming down to Gothenburg in October
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| Stay til November, drop a LP around December
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| A classic, for hip hoppers to remember
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| You give me fever |