| It’s like I’m playing the game of death and challenging every level
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| As long as I mix my rap up with heavy metal
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| As long as there is a road for me to travel and I’m fully equipped for the war
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| that proceeds the battle
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| But then I’m in it for the long haul, cause me behind the desk, getting off
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| this building is a wrong call
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| Unless the game’s over, then it’s no longer the
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| Look, dog, I’m rocking out — I grew my hair long
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| I’m tatted up and I’m on the road with Korn
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| The beauty that can’t be held like a rose with thorns
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| The last of it die and breathe the
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| Butch it down, loan for my family I’m trying to feed
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| It is what it is, I keep rocking through the feeling
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| Cause nothing I say is gonna stop you from feeling
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| Look at the way the props accumulate
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| Cause the fanbase left the love for Q exuberate
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| Through the doubt, through the hate, lose without moving straight
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| Brew a new debate and crucifixion prove the faith
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| I walk amongst the Nazarenes with a face like a greeze for a cover of dozen
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| magazines
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| And it ain’t because of vanity, it’s my family ties that raises the brow above
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| the slandering eye
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| I’m a man of love, a man of despise
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| I ain’t planning to shove, I’m planning to rise
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| So gather round and then test to the man with an S and a diamond and bet it on
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| my chest
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| Over the building it took nothing to fly
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| Capital Q, Brooklyn, look up in the sky |