| Feel free to hate me and to doubt me, but until you stood behind my plate
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| And peep the way I truly swing, you could never out me See, opinions are like rap careers: Everybody’s got one
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| And most of 'em out to zip, even less if it’s a hot one
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| Like the radio songs that make us sing along
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| 'Cause the beat is real heavy and the hook is real catchy
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| Make you nod your head steady, and you don’t feel sketchy
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| 'Til you’re all by yourself, and you ridin’around
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| And realize to yourself how stupid it sounds
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| Mainstream or Underground, away team, home town
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| It boils down to the facts: Wack is wack
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| Camby can’t hold Shaq, and a party ain’t a party if you don’t bring a sack
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| Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax
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| I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle
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| Giving thoughts to the thoughtful, but I don’t know
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| How I know how to pull these diamonds outta charcoal
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| I just know
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| Think you do when you don’t 'cause uh.
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| Think I don’t when I do but uh.
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| Think you do when you don’t 'cause uh.
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| It’s knowledge of self, knowing what you can and you can’t do And knowing to play the hand that God chose to hand you
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| I plan to double down when my turn comes around
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| I suggest you do the same, you can’t take these chips with you
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| So it’s best to play the game while there’s breath up in your frame
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| Judge to death be the name, so I modern-day confuse
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| For you Latter Day souls, promote the type of fun
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| That makes your Saturdays whole, grey matter turn gold
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| With the stroke of a pen, help your spirit verge free
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| Before it chokes from within, me I’m cloaked in my sin
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| So I decorate my shrow, so the tat on my arm
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| Is the badge of a proud, B-Boy gone wild
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| In the rap sense of child born in '78
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| So I know no other culture just to set the record straight
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| I’m a vandal B-Boyin', turntable destroyin'
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| Right now it’s the skills with the mic I’m employin'
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| 'cause I I know tomorrow’s not promised so handle business while you can
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| I know a friend’s not a friend just because he lends a hand
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| I know a man’s not a man, if he has to beat his woman
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| I know she’ll push you to the point where you feel she had it comin'
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| I know you both love each other so a brawl would be senseless
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| I know this 'cause I lived it, and I mean every sentence
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| I know that 25 to Life is a very long time
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| I know that that’s the reason that I have to go for mine
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| I know that waitin’on no man is the scheduled flight of time
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| I know that time is unfair when I listen to Sublime
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| I know that my time is comin’so I gotta keep runnin'
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| I know that our time is now so let’s have a little fun and
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| I know you gotta feel me, or my fate is soon to seal me I know that cigarettes and alcohol are out to kill me I know I gotta quit, but not right know
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| I know I gotta quit, but I just don’t know how; |
| I just |