| Low and behold there’s a story to be told
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| Of a sister who missed a plane
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| Destiny was rearranged
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| I never knew that I would be in this position
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| Makin' money makin' music makin' a complete transition
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| But hey in here yeasterday, today and tomorrow
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| Forever after that because none of my shit is borrowed
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| Cleverly constructed my flairs abundant
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| Developed from hangin' with all the roughnecks back in London
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| Pogo swiftly gets biznizz done with no parkin'
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| In a mellow manner cookies on the side sparkin'
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| Flavour la treacherous few will do you lovely
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| So don’t run around playin' with you like you know money
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| Blessed when the Lord snipped my microphone cord
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| And said rock it any way you can you got the whole world in your hand
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| I made amendments to achieve my inner passion
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| Makin' performances in musical fashions
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| Check it out hypocritical subjects playin' like
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| Primadonna before they knew who I was yet
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| It’s alright 'cause my rhyme will pack a fist full
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| Personification, smile, metaphor list full
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| Blissful is the interpretation I deliver
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| Make you quiver, make you kidneys dance all around your liver
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| I’m a giver of lyrical sex to your ear drum
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| Come all ya faithful to the record store and get some
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| Soul seasones with the future of the funk
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| It’s not hard to find I stand out from the junk
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| Push a punk to oblivion spin 'em 'til they’re dizzy and die
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| I won’t be at that funeral 'cause I’m busy
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| Don’t try to injust me suicidal you must be
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| If you suddenly develope the urge to cuss me
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| A lus will be given if correct is how you livin'
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| And the rhymes you recite are yours, not given
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| Sucka A sucka B sucka C or you talking 'G'
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| Or should I say pea brain no better yet shit-for-brains
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| You wanna save somebody save your bloddy self
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| It’s grievous to see a waste of human tissue go to hell
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| Appointing yourself to be lord of the premises
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| When you look like death warmed up and you smell of piss
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| Hiss hiss hiss there a kiss of death coming
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| In your direction so you better start running
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| Doubleups of original creations
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| Is taking over rapidly false duplication
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| Artists that are supposed to be self-acclaimed
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| Tapping into other artists' domain
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| It’s a bore to the brain blahblahblahblahblahblahblah
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| Shut the hell up I can’t understand a word you’re sayin'
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| I buy too and for what the hell I’m payin'
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| Check yourself before you point the finger and start slayin'
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| Method bottom pit used by emcee we ain’t shit
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| Is the scraping of the barrel 'cause they’re full of it
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| Yesterday’s news tomorrow’s forgotten thought
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| And how in the hell are you gonna pay for the shit you bought
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| Just like you I’m in it for self
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| Do whatever it takes whether you or someone else
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| It is amazing how the human mind works
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| Find somebody that you feel you can jerk
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| You should have never let yourself get talked into this one
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| Fuck around and your ass won’t be a missed one
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| When it comes to the crunch on a lyrical basis
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| I pass with flying colors you might as well face this
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| I don’t even wanna go on with this nonsense
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| You’re just a repetitionist baby no contest
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| War with me and you’ll wish you’d never been born
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| I’ll shut your ass up quick and put a muscle on ya |