| Hey, yo, channeling my energy, telepathy
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| Seeing how my past words made me log in to see the present me
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| Inspired by the essence that will never leave
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| Young in the night, flavour of the old school, word to Beverly
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| In school they promote to us to get a dream but after school
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| Part time in retail ain’t enough for you to get it clean
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| Dirty visions like spreading cream
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| But not set start getting cream, mean
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| Faces looking when I drop a verse
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| Like I rolled on home turf, popped, body dropped and I drove the hearse
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| Life was always fucked but as your new addition in
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| You feel it’s gotten worse
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| You’re old enough to research and clock the Earth
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| Too busy clocking games
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| So money in the house is low and think of ways to get a gain
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| Apply too much pressure and you get a strain
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| AKA a stretch getting tense, everyting is flames
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| Yo, yo, the pillow talking, they want me
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| To take it all lying down like Rupert Saunders
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| They’re writing my postmortem, I’m being slept on
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| Before they’ve even seen any signs of rigamortis
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| But good morning, I’m morbidly obese with it
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| I’ve made my bed and currently looking for girls with some team spirit
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| The dream’s vivid, who else could make this silence awkward
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| While waking up on the wrong side of the ceiling?
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| Diluting this water with some blood to add some feeling
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| It’s the E14 guy, back with an East lyric
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| Swearing blind that most of these MCs
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| Have only ever-ever, ever-ever been gimmicks
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| Man are still going Popeye
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| They ain’t even seen spinach
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| And I know my little cousin’s got this still
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| I’m finished
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| A dark scary tone with a short brown stereo
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| Personified as I blast waves into your air, we go
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| Staring so emotionless, composed but ferocious
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| Rhythm like a cannibal, hovering over souls
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| I piss out, I’m feeling lighter
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| I give illusion to trust you, colours shining brighter
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| Let me see if I like ya
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| If it’s real, then time for each three like a Lyca
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| But if I don’t time’s money and I’m waving goodbye, cuz
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| Raised in the North, LDN friends, keep a few
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| Everybody wants from you but they don’t want you to do
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| They want you to don’t unless the ting can help you improve
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| And even if do, it’s strange cause underneath you
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| Nobody wants to be the king’s sideman, they want the crown
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| So even though they seem cool, it’s only cool for now
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| Until the time’s right to turn and take off a head
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| So when the time comes, awareness raised, now defend
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| Just another one, just another one, uh
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| Another one, just another one, uh
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| Another one, just another one, uh
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| Another one, just another one, uh |