| So what’s the difference
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| Between a prince and a pauper?
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| A hunter or a flower boy?
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| The world to the nation?
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| There’s no separation
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| Oh God, let your rain down proudly
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| I break down to my knees
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| I need some answers please
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| Okay, I’m coming back to murder them all clowning on me
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| Got the rain pouring down while I’m down on my knees
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| I’m soul searching to the sound of this beat
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| 'Cause I don’t want to look up and feel him frowning on me
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| I’m the hardest of misfits with a Spartan’s existence
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| Rapping like it’s Christmas and snapping 'cause I’m gifted
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| King shark with the body of a hulk
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| Don’t bother bothering me, I cause bodily assault
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| My blood bleed red supreme, Supreme backpack
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| Bitch, I don’t wait in line, we get fast track
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| Always rock a black hat, new Johnny Cash back
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| Did so much acid, I get too many flashbacks
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| It’s a new world, something we can laugh at
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| Rich kids that act street, white kids that act black
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| And people thinking they got clout when they backstage
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| I’m taking everybody out like the black plague
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| So what’s the difference
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| Between a prince and a pauper?
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| A hunter or a flower boy?
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| The world to the nation?
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| There’s no separation
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| Oh God, let your rain down proudly
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| It breaks me to my knees
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| I need some answers please
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| The Gods and the heaven’s and the hell’s are within you
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| You can’t imagine all the hell that we’ve been through
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| Dark art, tongue one sharp and Ginsu
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| Fuck anyone saying I can’t continue
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| Kids spitting glitter it’s a pretty facade
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| I grew up with real killers like the City of God
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| The greatest warrior, I’m Braveheart bitch
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| Plus writing every night like it’s Graveyard Shift
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| I kill 'em all, a crushing small baron
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| Wheels spinning in my head with rusty bald bearings
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| Bent on the fact that I deserve vengeance
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| Cold hard bars, every line’s a served sentence
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| And these kids think they stars, I think they sort of missed it
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| I’m a hyperbolic orbit shooting through your solar system
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| So terrific when I go ballistic, chauvinistic
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| I don’t like loudmouth bitches that got no statistics
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| (They can’t go the distance)
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| So what’s the difference
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| Between a prince and a pauper?
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| A hunter or a flower boy?
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| The world to the nation?
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| There’s no separation
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| Let your rain upon me
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| It brings me to my knees
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| I need some answers please
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| Oh-a, Oh-a
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| Oh-a
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| Doing it, doing it right
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| You’re doing it, doing so right
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| You love me, you hate me, hold tight
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| You put in all this over time
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| You can’t even give your own life
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| You put up all we sacrifice
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| You better keep praying your mind |