| Some days you just feel better than others/
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| Some enemies you might know even more than your lover/
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| You never know whats gonna happen until it cracks/
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| Even then you still have to find a way to deal with it till the end/
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| Friends and foes, predator and the prey/
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| Everybody’s position will soon be displayed/
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| Sunshine or shade in your designer shade/
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| All these actors are walking on me as if I’m the stage/
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| But I know the time — engage all weapons and keep stepping/
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| I ain’t lettin' them get in my way/
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| Do as I please I seize the day/
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| In your naivete — you don’t believe that they throw what you need away/
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| Pigs make you bleed for play- then they’ll say that you resisted/
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| It’s the sadistic plan of the man then your blacklisted/
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| Ran did some but never out of reach — so history repeats/
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| Another pawn for the beast/
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| I’m more like bishop bringin' heat to your chess piece/
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| But only to let all bobbing heads feast/
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| But times have changed — I peeped game and slowed it down/
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| I’m knowing now how to adjust when throwing down/ |
| Around town for years — they saw his face out there in the crowd and never felt
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| safe/
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| A player and a dealer — now it’s getting clearer that’s how I got over the fear
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| of looking in the mirror/
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| Knowing one day they gonna see — how dope I really am man/
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| Folks’ll be on the jock and then I’ll make a grand stand/
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| Hopefully we can build ill things together/
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| I ran out of any hatred — I got my head up out of bed/
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| I said «I read the nature from the gate I can’t wait till «1» minute from now/
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| Cause one never knows how- a cut will end up/
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| I said «But it’s too, late!/
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| You can’t turn around — so just enjoy the ride/
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| They tell me that it’s going down/
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| So watch your hide — supposedly some kids about to commit suicide/
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| There’s some beef between him and the beat and now it’s do or die/
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| The crew and I are gonna try and fly through wondering who will be the first
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| one to kill it/
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| Is it possible to predict — any move that I make I still think not/
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| Anyways we get up to the spot 11 o’clock on the dot/
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| There’s mad folks hella hot/ |
| Getting jokes cause the homie’s moms and pops even came to watch/
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| Not your average battle — of I’m dope your wack blah, blah, blah babble/
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| No flows no rhymes just a bunch of punch lines, cars clothes and crimes
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| Man what you got! |
| you ain’t hot!
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| You gon' try and lose me? |
| we’ll see
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| I’m never gon' fall off
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| Anytime, anywhere, anyone. |
| man i’ll even serve the beat
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| Na, the beat serves me. |
| i’m the master
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| You’ll need a machine to go faster
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| With no tempo map, i still can rap like a tunnel rat
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| How about that? |
| roll. |
| look-a-there, see i’m in control
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| They want a battle? |
| then on with the show
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| In a black out you get no love. |
| mechanical animals, i pull the plug
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| With no juice you can’t get lose, but i bet i can i never ran from a conflict
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| or challenge
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| I manage my talents well. |
| breath
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| Betta believe, when i leave i’ll receive
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| My health and anything else that i need
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| Come and connect. |
| come one, come all
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| The quicker they come, the harder they fall
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| Even the track and i’m havin' a ball
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| It’s like i was laughin' during the brawl |
| All ya’ll betta call 9−1-1 cuz someone’s falling out
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| And when you come back track, i’m right there
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| This is a beat down. |
| homie, i don’t care
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| I pray to the greater
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| To have the strength it’s gon' take
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| To surpass the forces of hatred
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| Gotta mash and respect the sacred
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| The wrath of this on your click you can feel
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| You can’t hang, i know you ain’t real
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| Hear me bang. |
| don’t think you won’t feel repercussions
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| Keep frontin', you’re nothing
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| Take a minute to open ya eyes… realize
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| What i could do. |
| it might happen to you
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| And your crew will look on singing my song. |
| on your front lawn
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| Until the dawn comes
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| Then i watch you fall or run. |
| just know you can’t hide
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| Like the cold that froze you last night
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| Too late. |
| pretty soon you’ll see red
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| Times up. |
| in a minute you’ll be dead. |
| let it be said
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| I step on your kicks. |
| skip on your hat
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| Tear the snares making them scared
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| Until they shook. |
| look they tried to fly away
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| Trying to find a brighter day
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| Anyway the could. |
| but it ain’t all good. |
| should’ve obeyed
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| Let me show you how now cuz i’m bored |
| Forgive me lord. |
| I killed it |