This shot should come out
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This shot looks like it's sharp
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If me the MC who can pull the subsoil up to the surface without losing
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integrity
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Rarely seen, it's not fucking easy to fathom the complexity of it
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set of rules given '
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Are you complete imbecile, are you fake are you real
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Have you relaxed on style for a hefty deal
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But refusing to share, you will put yourself in the harness
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So the project becomes' fire, you have to check it all
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Do you put the emphasis on skills
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Or on the absolutely perfect money-making profile
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If you're backpacking, you're playing hide and seek, you're crazy
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Can they say what they want because they can not crack your smile
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Can you separate excrement from cinnamon
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Yo it's probably only you who becomes 'style'
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Great demands to have 'expectations for how the clarinet should play'
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But if you feel genuine, then chill
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I wish I was a bigger human being
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Dare to dream about what is hiding behind the hawthorn hedges
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But I hardly do
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Without darkening it
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For it only to this culture but not 'ourselves we dare be' real
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It only to yourself you can sell out
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If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
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Do not think the real goods were on offer
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Whatever it takes
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Whatever it takes
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Save yourself, playlist selection they come
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Get away, the critics committee is coming
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Now you'll be brought before a judge
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Hide what the young people they want are coming
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Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming
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Do it something good for you
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You get the top dollar
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When they classify established and upcommer
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Do you listen to taste buds spirit buns
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It sends hot air up into the air like a cup holder
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Too foggy, yo I sound like an old man
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Grab something when I yell at you to tighten up
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Flashes the language until I enjoy my slaraffenland
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It 'pops in the lid like an iron in a trash can
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If you have the heart with you, plus brain cells
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Can you take it from your boyfriend's basement to big concert budgets
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And when you stand there like a world champion
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Remember those who were in the crowd when you only sold 70 tickets
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And if you notice, you know '' in high time
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We recognize the universe it rewards wear and tear
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If you knead until you get the sting in the higher side
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Will the success taste much better from the first bite
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It only to yourself you can sell out
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If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
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Do not think the real goods were on offer
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Whatever it takes
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Whatever it takes
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Save yourself, playlist selection they come
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Get away, the critics committee is coming
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Now you'll be brought before a judge
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Hide what the young people they want are coming
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Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming
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This shot should come out
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This shot looks like it's sharp
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Starting from scratch every day
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I'k 'missed a reason, learned from hitting the bottom of the road
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Crawled from the slums, iron grip on the passion, the drum burns on the tongue each
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blow for me
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Flames in the mouth
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Tightens too long sips of snake pups fight
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Stupid product sticker
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Let's take the torch round verbally for me
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Knowing that it is not against the culture but for oneself one should be 'genuine'
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I was considering buying myself some time so I could think
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But I do not have money so I was sold on selling
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The actual selling out is selective, just as long as you have yourself with
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Do exactly what you want
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Pig wack MC’s
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Say what's sad
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Preach happiness
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Free cannabis
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Hits cut your mix
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Fucking be your bitch
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Just happy conscious
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Lign 'Freddie Gibbs
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Say '«what did Wiz see?'
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Give to the street kids
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Speedrap and twist
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My ABC
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Say a lot of piss
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Quality of life
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Smile take a beer
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Get rid of "what if" and do what you can to be yourself the most
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It only to yourself you can sell out
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If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
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Do not think the real goods were on offer
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Whatever it takes
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Whatever it takes
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Save yourself, playlist selection they come
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Get away, the critics committee is coming
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Now you'll be brought before a judge
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Run, hip hop police they come
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Hide what the young people they want are coming
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Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming |