| You know I can’t stand it
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| To lose this way
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| And you know I’ve demanded
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| Reprehensibly
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| From the tip of my tongue comes an acid drop
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| Listen up to my voice 'fore this platform drops
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| Hard-driven to survive on these kilowatts
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| I’m always hungry when I nuke your spot, now
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| Don’t blow your top 'cause the pressure’s on
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| SMP rock the grid that you’re standing on
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| Set 'em up, knock 'em down, that’s how it’s going
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| About to get rooked, 'cause you’re just a couple of pawns
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| And I’m a Marvel Chiller, the phasers on killer
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| One hundred thousand point and you’re stuck on zilch, yeah
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| Streaming smoke from the fuselage
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| Shuffled off this coil like danse macabre
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| Unreal how I break into archetypes
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| Warcraft cause a Quake to snuff Half-Lifes
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| Hack-ism be louder than a hundred mics
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| And I always drop the dig when I’m swinging like this…
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| You know I can’t take it
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| To lose this way
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| And you know I’ve mistaken
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| Materially
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| I go for mine like a junkie wired
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| Knock you off the grid with my laser fire
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| Let you sweat it out in the mental ward
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| With your mind swiped out like a platinum card
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| Just another kid with A.D.D
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| Hooked you up on Ritalin, the first time’s free
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| Xanex, Memorex, remember me?
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| Dumped the Commodore for Atari
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| Now once again back is the incredible
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| Drop like heavy mental over Halcyon ghettos
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| Hitting Mach 10 and I have to laugh
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| Flipping off Tyrell from my hovercraft
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| You don’t make me with your atmospheres
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| You can’t phase this #1 humanplayer
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| When I jack in and I hit the switch
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| And I never drop data when I’m running like this… |