| And I stand alone
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| Half man half idol with a hand of stone
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| You ask can my recital lead a man to home
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| On the path to that title seat I am to own
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| Basically the answers no
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| I do it without a dance and a cameo
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| I threw out chance and ran to advance the thrown
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| You doubt plans but can’t see the landing zone
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| And I’ve grown you can hear it in the stanza shown
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| With no gimmicks just lyrics for the fans who know
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| Show spirit get near it and your hands will glow
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| I’m sheer wit can’t mirror it with fancy clothes
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| I gotta an antsy flow understandably so
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| They use to call me Ted Dancing cus I ran the show
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| They use to call with a grin like screw yall crew
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| But I’m all in winning 7- 2 off suit
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| Look at you all cute with your shoes all fruit
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| And your clothing all loud like you threw off mute
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| While you boasting all proud as you chew off groups
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| Who wrote the underground sound
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| Yuppie who owns you
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| Rappers is getting lazy I threw on Juice
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| These rappers is getting Shwayze To Wong Foo
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| Through it all I knew It’d be the light of the few
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| While you tryna make it right like two wrongs do
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| Got a new song dude and it sound like this
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| I pound my fist in any style you want to
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| I gotta noose on you and around my wrist
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| The sound of the tick counting while you all blue
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| Through the walls I flew your commercial jet
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| No pilot all crew to reverse the debt
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| You violate the rules I’m the first to set
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| Your verse inept I’m violent the worst is yet
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| And I do it without a Glock my subversive tech
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| Burn effect getting popped ain’t worth a check
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| As I sit back and watch what the hearse collect
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| I give back what the lost ain’t learned from yet
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| We’ll stand like Aborigines
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| So come and follow me
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| This is the year of the culture vulture
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| And someday you will see
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| That their picking at the bones
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| And their leaving no more meat
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| We will divide and conquer
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| And you will know us by our screams
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| Stand down
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| See I’m murderer with the left
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| I’m even worse with the right
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| And If you heard of my fervor
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| Then you heard them right
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| Now that’s two rights I add one to make it more wrong
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| But four in total if you following the song
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| And one more to go as I’m on perform
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| I gotta tall ego you can call my moms
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| As I shorty I was a live one hard to calm
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| I weigh 145 now all in arms
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| You been warned you get harmed with a Bronson charm
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| Try to cultivate a flow that’s hard to farm
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| Cus where it grows you only hear car alarms
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| And where it goes those cars with the car alarms
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| I’m far from norm
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| But I’m Ted as I said I’m never far from Norm
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| See there’s a star that’s born in every bar at dawn
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| When he’s searching for his car with the car alarm
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| And you’ll never get it right you a feather on the mic
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| I’m a Letterman type veteran in measurement of hype
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| I’m like that of a gentleman my etiquette is nice
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| I fight like a rebel when you meddle with my slice
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| You get leveled tryna settle with the dice
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| Wearing fools metal you too cool selling advice
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| The price of mans worship
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| Unhanded when the verse slip
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| Stand down come on man it ain’t worth it
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| We’ll stand like Aborigines
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| So come and follow me
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| This is the year of the culture vulture
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| And someday you will see
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| That their picking at the bones
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| And their leaving no more meat
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| We will divide and conquer
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| And you will know us by our screams
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| I am no rotter |