| Yeah I got this chip on my shoulder
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| Ain’t got no love for clean lines
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| Hot neon streak
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| I burn my mark upon the city
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| Black smoke will blemish your shine
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| Let go my limitations
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| Let go my self-control
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| And I said hey hey hey!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Won’t listen to a word you say!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Fistful of concrete!
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| Yeah, this feeling’s out of control yeah
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| Petulant thorn in your side
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| Fistful of concrete
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| Pummel down upon the city!
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| Broadcast the chaos outside…
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| Let go my limitations
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| Let go my self-control
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| And I said hey hey hey!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Won’t listen to a word you say!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Fistful of concrete!
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| Break the prison, crack the cage
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| Fetch a friend and raise the rage!
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| Break the prison, crack the cage
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| Fetch a friend and raise the rage!
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| Let go my limitations
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| Let go my self-control
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| And I said hey hey hey!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Won’t listen to a word you say!
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| Get the hell outta my way!
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| Fistful of concrete!
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| Break the prison, crack the cage
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| Fetch a friend and raise the rage!
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| Break the prison, crack the cage
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| Fetch a friend and raise the rage!
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| Fistful of concrete! |