| Well I heard they think they’re grimey now, okay
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| I think that we’re gonna need fireman out 'cause I’m Jim McVeigh
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| When I run up in the game, I’m firin' out, mind out of the way
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| 10 years in the game, no tirin' out, I’m here, what the vitals say?
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| What goes and don’t, I keep rollin' like I’ve got broken brakes
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| Any foes I face, wanna meet in a public, open space
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| So you know my brain’s one sandwich short of a picnic
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| James don’t play no games, Creegan here with a hand grenade
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| I make people cheer when I rant and rave
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| I ain’t nowhere near to a diva mate, I’m just bait
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| I make kids from the bits, wanna re-relate and write pages full of what freedom
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| ain’t
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| It’s outrageous, hey man, I beat the rain
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| I’m out-takin' still, I’ll steal your fame
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| No need, they know my name
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| It’s D to the E-V, L-I-N when you see me, don’t watch my face
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| You wouldn’t wanna be me, at times I think I’m lost in space
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| Scotty just beam me or I’ll end this shit like a Boston race
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| There’s a problem wait, there should have been a lot more flames
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| You know I’ll blow your mind, my friend, again
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| And I’m here to show you I ain’t never left
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| You know I’ll blow your mind, my friend
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| Loaded on that green floating on your genes
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| I’ll be that lion to your queen
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| Back on the riddim with a bang
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| And there ain’t no bitin' this with a fang
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| Insultin' me, how dare you, damn
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| I’m nuts, you’re mad
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| I’m comin', get down when I’m reachin' around inside this coat
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| Don’t know what I just might find
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| I hope it’s a knife and rope
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| High grade I thought I smoked
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| And money for the cab that’ll get me home
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| Don’t wanna roll
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| Well if it’s cos I’m white then let me know
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| And I’ll bite your faces, racists
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| Hate this, wanna be changin' places
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| Makin' moves on a regular basis
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| In Satan’s grove, I’ll conquer the beast
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| No way will he take my soul
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| Then gain control of the scene like back in the day
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| Then let them haters know that my ancient throne ain’t vacant no
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| No, no way José, who the fuck’s José?
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| I’ll see him on the road and leave him slain
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| I’m goin' on cold, I’m back on the wave
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| You’ve been told
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| Don’t ask me why I’m past deep
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| Every time these stars speak, I’m sick they turned up last week
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| And they think they’re the shit, well guess who’s back?
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| The boy from Dags is going on rags
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| And if you don’t love me, then fuck you
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| You know I’ll blow your mind, my friend, again
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| And I’m here to show you I ain’t never left
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| You know I’ll blow your mind, my friend
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| Loaded on that green floating on your genes
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| I’ll be that lion to your queen
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| To everyone that’s high and everyone’s that drunk
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| To everyone that finds that life is kinda fucked
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| To everyone that died before their time was up
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| Live your lives through me, it’s time we live it up
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| Don’t you know where I’ve, I’ve been coming from
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| Know I, see I, I’ll blow your mind away |