| And i wrote this
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| The Long Distance Runner
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| And recorded this (check it, ya)
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| Ha!
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| Its 2004
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| Last year Tony and George started the war of the whores
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| Same year, and the year before, plus the year before that
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| Me and the Troop were on constant tours
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| Chanting Imbumba! |
| from the South African shores
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| To the Norwegian fjords, I tried to keep a vegan course
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| Traveling with good friends like Chords, Timbuk and DJ Large, Jonny Bass and
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| Big Boss
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| Before the Struggle album made the recordstores
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| We were on a Road to Hell, breakin doors and laws
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| Me, Supreme, Gangsta Pete and Schumi of course
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| Had a little trouble with the German police force (aha)
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| Thats why I had to stop drinking
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| Cuz when I start drinking is when I stop thinking
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| That i gotta stay on top off things
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| And when im under the botlle you know I stop think
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| (Chorus)
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| Like an athlete, a long distance runner
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| On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
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| They attack me, but it gon' make stronger
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| Get at me dawg when your patience’s longer
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| An athlete, a long distance runner
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| On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
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| They attack me, but it gon' make stronger
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| Get at me dawg…
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| Livin' in this free world — expecting cops to abuse me
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| When i’m chilling with a cup full o' müsli
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| Matter of time 'fore my cup is running over
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| But Im' a get mine cus mahfuckers running slower (Yeah!)
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| Followin' my sprinter trail
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| I run shit down the line on the Interrail (Yeah!)
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| I ain’t going, I ain’t been to jail
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| I got work to do, and I got things to say
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| A real rolemodel for the kids today
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| Can’t afford gettin' sent away, get them fingerprints away
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| Wipe off the mike every single stain
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| Recognize bomb shit when it’s in my mail
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| What a big disgrace, what a big bam-bam you had to end this way
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| All you ever wanted to was to entertain
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| Went against the wrong guy cus i was meant to stay…
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| (Chorus)
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| The battle ain’t for the strong, nor the race for the swift
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| But for those who can’t endure the type o' blaze that I spit
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| For those that will survive all the changes and shit
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| With families, fans, partners and labels you’re with
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| And even if I wanted I woldn’t be able to quit
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| I gotta keep running til the pavement will split
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| Under my bare feet, the concrete with red heat
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| Or till my future kids eat, and we all livin' carefree
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| In a zion hut, we ain’t dawgs no more
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| Were my lion’s at?
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| Gimme some signal let me see your lion paw
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| Let me know what we’re living and what we’re dying for
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| Ask myself
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| It’s it a good enough reason
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| If so I go all out like it was my last season
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| If my, voice is weak, my boys will speak
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| To conquer the world I gotta keep a top physique
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| chorus
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| No alcohol, no weed
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| No cigaretts, no És
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| No milk, no cheese
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| No eggs, no meat
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| Just medation and peace
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| Red lentils, chick peas
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| Good workout, good sleep
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| Mo' sunshine, light breeze… |