| Don’t call me nigga or rapper
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| My motherfucking name is Michael Eagle, I’m sovereign
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| I’m from a line of ghetto superheroes, I holla
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| I got something to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention,
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| attention
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| I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I’m giant
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| Don’t let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin'
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| A giant and my body is a building, a building, a building, a building
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| No services underground
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| No sound, when I’m calling home
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| City broken my brothers down
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| Now I’m standing here all alone
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| Sun weathered my monochrome
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| My hollow bones David Bowie told me I’m not alone
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| I’m overgrown, but these model homes
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| Still here, if it’s hot or cold
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| Still here, if my body move
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| Still standing on Cottage Grove
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| Still do what I gotta do
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| Stone tablet on stone tablet
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| I’m old granite, I’m not a tomb
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| Y’all can move this whole planet
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| I’ll hold fast and I follow through
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| I promise you |