| Uh, yeah
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| What’s up world?
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| It’s about that time…
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| It’s Move. |
| meant
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| Some give, some lie to the common man
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| Some live, some die for the promised land
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| Some never let go from their mama’s hand
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| I’ma stand up, it’s time to man up… (breathe)
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| Some wonder why I can’t settle
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| Wonder why I gotta push for that next level
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| Maybe I was born with the spirit of a rebel
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| So I find some way, somehow
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| I guess some got more and some less, huh
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| Some more or less wait for the best part
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| Some hold their breath for a fresh start
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| But it’s all right here right now
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| (Breathe) You ain’t gotta be a robot
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| Think for yourself, fight for the soapbox
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| And forgive your fathers for they know not
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| What they do, if they only knew they might… (breathe)
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| (Sample: «we can take you higher than that») — Higher! |
| x3
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| (Scratch)
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| (Sample: «we can take you higher than that») — Higher! |
| x3
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| (Sample: «have anything in this world»)
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| Uh, yeah
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| They say only the good die young
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| Maybe that explains why I’m so high-strung
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| Plus the fact we broadcastin' live from |
| A city where it’s so hard sometimes to just… (breathe)
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| See LA’s like another world
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| Gang bangers, immigrants and cover girls
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| All walks, big lines and small talk
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| What y’all thought it was sweet? |
| Uh-huh, nope!
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| Uh
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| So I talk fast and write slow
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| Make sure I match beats with the right flow
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| We them up and comin' cats y’all might know
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| By the letters M dot them hot yeah
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| They’re sayin' that we a breathe of fresh air
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| Base up, lace up your best pair
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| Fresh out the box, to the mountain-tops
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| Up high where the air’s so thin you can’t… (breathe)
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| BRIDGE
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| (Breathe) Every breath is another hit
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| And I don’t mean that stress, I’m on some other shit
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| I’m on some old kiss the sky, get up and get
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| So high, inhale exhale just… (breathe)
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| Every day’s like a new drug
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| It’s like money and fame, sex and true love
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| It’s like no matter what we in pursuit of
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| We go hard, so far, so good, yeah… (breathe)
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| Every man got his own fix
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| Whether it’s child’s play or on some grown shit
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| I went miles away and came home with
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| Something so pure, that’s why I’m so sure |
| OUTRO |