| Got no need for the fancy things
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| All the attention that it brings
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| Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
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| And I will deliver the explosion
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| Can’t say it’s gonna get me far
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| Do no good to say what you are
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| I run the streets and I break up houses
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| River runs deep and the flame devours it
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| Me, I’m a Creator
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| Thrill is to make it up
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| The rules I break got me a place
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| Up on the radar
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| Me, I’m a Taker
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| Know what the stakes are
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| Can’t roll it back, it’s understood
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| Got to play our cards
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| Sit tight I know what you are
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| Mad bright but you ain’t no star
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| Polish up til you make it gleam
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| Your M. O, I know what you mean
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| Tail ridin' and I know it’s true
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| While they screamin' I love you
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| Down deep you know there ain’t no flow
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| A soul decay, was D.O.A
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| I know what you here for now
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| Words out you’re an idea whore though
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| Now don’t you crush on me
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| I’ll see you in your pipe dreams
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| Whether or not you know it’s true
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| You’re who they dictate to
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| That shit must hurt real bad
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| Fakin' what you wish you had
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| Here all the folks come ask about me
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| Band wagon, know they used to doubt me
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| Blind side tend to hit real hard you should heed the warning, get a body guard
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| Steady friction in this bitch
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| Creepin' in just like an itch
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| So far I got the last laugh
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| Still the rich rise up, still I live fast
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| Wouldn’t know it face to face
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| Got no soul and got no taste
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| Moving in speed up the pace
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| I got it locked though, what a waste All the talk is standard fare
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| Walk the walk if it gets you there
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| On the grind til the gig is up
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| I’m 'a smash 'em down
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| Put a muzzle on them like «what!» |