| I’ve been, I’ve been doing this a long time
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| I mean over half my life
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| It’s awesome for me to be able to put out music that people will actually hear
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| Especially when you put this much time into something that you love,
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| something that you have a passion for
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| That’s motivation
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| Ahh, I’m motivated (motivated)
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| Motivated (motivated)
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| Motivated (motivated)
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| Motivated, ahh
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| When I first started, never knew if they will listen
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| But when I write, I produce passion, that’s Mel Gibson
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| If music is a disease, I promise I’m infected
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| I dream on different levels of dreams, Inception
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| And these beats are my playground, let the words play
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| You ain’t catch it? |
| That’s wordplay
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| Now you’re stuck on the word «play»
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| I’m all business, no suit on, but that’s okay
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| I will K.O. |
| you, if you come in my work space
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| And don’t you ever try to tell me I lack passion
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| I’m a stand up guy, I promise you ain’t laughing
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| These rappers are slowing the game down, bad traffic
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| And how you gonna put me in a category of wack rappin'?
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| Listen, I’m Hulk, I transform and I smash rappers
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| You sipping on syrup, that doesn’t mean you’re a sick rapper
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| See what it means is you gon' probably get sick after
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| You don’t like that I’m blunt, or is it the fact that I smoke passion?
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| Take your best shot
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| I ain’t going nowhere, nowhere
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| I put work in this music, you think I’m making this up?
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| If the songs ain’t sharp, trust me they ain’t making the cut
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| You don’t like it? |
| I’m no teacher, but you’ll learn to adjust
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| I’m my own worst critic, so critics step your hate game up
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| I’m a different breed of artist, I know how to survive
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| You come into my lane, you better know how to drive
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| And I suggest you buckle up if you gon' come on this ride
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| No Johnny Cash but some of y’all are walking the line
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| But you wrong though, y’all look curious
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| Heath Ledger type of questions like, «Why so serious?»
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| And you want watered down lyrics? |
| Well I don’t carry 'em
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| I dig holes for these tracks, and then I slaughter and bury 'em
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| The motivation I got is on a whole different level
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| I treat these lines like court case, I don’t wanna settle
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| My lyrics are bullets and they’re aiming at you
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| And I ain’t talking Switchfoot when I dare you to move
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| And when it comes to punches, you know I’m a land mine
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| No I said I’m a land mine
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| Don’t step on me, or you get blown sky high
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| And I don’t mean secrets when I say to keep it in mind
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| That I’m ill with the words, too sick
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| They say I rap hungry, well that’s cause I’m star-Vin', Diesel
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| That’s why they calling me Riddick-ulous (ridiculous)
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| Cause the look in my eyes is different
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| Y’all ain’t ready, rewind that back |