| Yeah
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| I am back with a vengeance
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| I’m a cowboy that hangs with the Indians
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| Yeah I’m dancing with wolves
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| But I ain’t hiding nothing, I don’t wear sheeps clothes
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| Look into my mind it’s a freak show
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| If you don’t like what I do you can deep-throat
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| All eight inches
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| Fuck you, fuck hate and fuck fake friendships
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| Yeah
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| I am violent frequent
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| One thing I’ll never get is the silent treatment
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| Work everyday, that’s my fucking secret
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| I’m the underground king so I’m not beneath it
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| All you fuckboys that shit-talk
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| Punch a hole through your face like it’s gyprock
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| Take a hit bitch, dip. |
| You could kick rocks
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| I’m dope like a brick rock of yay' in a Ziploc
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| I’m a Wu-tang Clan freak
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| Plus I’m colorful like Toucan Sam’s beak
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| 300 pound gorilla that snorts cocaine
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| Put a lighter to my mouth, spit propane
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| Everyday I’m losing hair, I need Rogaine
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| Before I get my teeth fixed, probably get a gold chain
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| Flow so cold man
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| I am here forever, I’m classic like John Coltrane
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| Yeah
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| Put your cash away
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| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
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| Knock him out cold to a basket case
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| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay
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| Yeah
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| One of the greatest of all time
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| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
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| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme
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| So I’ll keep fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds
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| You will find no resemblance
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| Tats on my face wearing Pendleton
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| (Baxwar)
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| Got a skull that’s an emblem
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| Stylin', the look in my eyes got them trembling
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| MCs sitting on the rafts, bunch of simpletons
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| Smash like I’m serving on a brass out in Wimbledon
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| Get stomped while a crowd starts assembling
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| I’m wearing Red Wing boots, never Timberland’s
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| Still, that’ll leave such a mess
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| Like my life last year, now it’s the fucking best
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| Please, don’t put me to the fucking test
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| Slice your heart while it’s beating right from out your chest
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| Yeah
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| I’m on a rise like I’m stepping on an elevator
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| Writing songs for the kids, you can tell they’re faded
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| A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella jaded
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| But I’m a bionic man, brain’s accelerated
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| Yeah
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| Put your cash away
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| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
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| Knock him out cold to a basket case
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| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay
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| Yeah
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| One of the greatest of all time
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| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
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| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme
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| So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds
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| No choice but to get productive
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| If I don’t create I get self destructive
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| Slap a rapper like a puck
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| That’s Canucks, no fuck stick
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| Don’t criticize if it’s not constructive
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| Not the one to fuck with
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| Say another one, you should try your luck with
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| When it comes to killing shit I am bursting out the seams
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| All these other rappers really all as thirsty as it seems?
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| I am hungry, please believe there’s a difference
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| Not acting like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission
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| Madchild, I am mean, I am vicious
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| I’m so clean that I glisten
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| Yeah
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| So all these rappers better get a grip
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| I’ve give the people what they want to hear instead of shit
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| I leave scars, start cracking like a leather whip
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| I got bars, start snapping when I let 'em rip
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| Yo
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| Put your cash away
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| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face
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| Knock him out cold to a basket case
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| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay
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| Yeah
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| One of the greatest of all time
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| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime
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| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme
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| So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds
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| (That's whats up.) |