| So many kids, I done had enough, so many fuckin' little pussies rappin but
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| never had it tough
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| Daddy sat em up, in the front row of anger management in '04
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| That’s when you decide to make a career out of this huh
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| It’s kinda funny yo I’m young in this game but know the fuckin road is comin
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| slow
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| It sucks, you gotta face it cause I don’t want to be that old dude hatin' on
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| the younger generations
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| I’m moving with the times, stayin' relevant, so if that means I gotta dumb down
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| the rhymes I guess I gotta do it sometimes
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| Just for the hell of it, that shit was intelligent, speakin' to myself, my bad,
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| you don’t get it kid
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| I feel like I’m talkin' to myself like M said, but I thought it before he made
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| a song about it for 10 years
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| Ahead of my time 'n that’s for sure, only cause I was taught by the best of 'em
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| tellin' me what’s raw
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| Outkast and Slick Rick were killin' shit and talked through my speakers,
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| I took it as a student and saw the teachins
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| Can’t forget Nas and J, I could go all day but this blunt got me zonin' and
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| ramblin' away
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| So much animosity but I handle the never ending hate like it’s love and he’s
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| likin' it, fight with you punks
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| and they all know my history, impeccably nicer that y’all
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| A definite win, enough of me when they supposedly spit
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| A vast black hole of rehashed assholes, I’m from the wrong side of things and
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| see past that joke
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| Things are changin', they have been since day one, you just acknowledge it,
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| easier with age and amazed 'em with every chance you get patience is something
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| that should dislayed like a blazing gun, fear it but take it as it comes,
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| face it but wait for snakes to run, ain’t it funny how things relate when
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| you’re making jems
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| 'n all these lyrics came to me once I heard the beat
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| The instrumental to my life, it’s like a murder scene
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| The theme music for the walk home, after you witness someone you love gettin'
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| hurt when you talk to 'em
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| The realization that it’s your fault, acceptin' it, like the death of a
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| relative, lettin' go of it
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| Hope you feel that too, the key the song is played in, the man of many faces,
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| jottin' the pages
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| Swayin' on top of it, lost in the matrix that’s why I drink a bottle every
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| night and talk the basics
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| Keepin' us grounded together, lay the foundation down first and we can drown
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| 'em forever
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| Makin' others seem like they underwater and bothered, makin' all my dreams
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| possible, when all of you wanna
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| Thought I made it clear, coulda sworn god gave you ears, use em what they’re
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| made for, if not then what you doin' ain’t sayin' shit
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| I’m made for this and that’s a motha fuckin' given, brought up in a city of
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| shitty kids taught to be criminals, Boston, can’t forget Worcester,
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| the whole state of Mass is in a state of chaos, I’m watchin' it crumble often
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| But the heart and soul in us is on like let’s open it up
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| Show em what it’s here for, raw talent is there in rare form, I’m at the front
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| of the march with a real gun
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| While you kids are playin' with the nerf shit, since when was it cool to be a
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| nerd in the verse shit
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| I’m laughin' while I’m thinkin' about it but it’s a serious matter so all I can
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| do is bring it out
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| Exposin' you, don’t you know how to follow a crowd, I suppose you do,
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| suckas draw when I’m around like I’m aimin' true, expose em like a photo shoot,
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| I always wonder what happened to the truth, close my eyes and roll the dice
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| So far life hasn’t given much at least you got you mind still so you focus
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| right, I guess that’s how it’s goin' down |