| I write this song, for my family
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| For my fans, friends, and enemies
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| I want to tell this to you tell it, tell it to your face
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| But I speak so much better when the beat breaks
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| They used to make fun of my stutter like every day
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| So I got high to slow my mind and to levitate
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| Been writin' punch lines since I found an empty page
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| Fuck the rap game
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| More than an emcee mayne
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| Forget your bars, your boxes
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| This is hip hop, and not the non-sense
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| You only live once, as far as I can tell
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| So I break through this music like I’m out of jail
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| This is Huey
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| This is Bobby
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| This is Malcolm
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| This is Pac
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| This is you
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| This is me
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| This is us
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| This is god
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| This is so much more than sixteen bars
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| This is from me to you, stay true to who you are
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| Hey, ho, hey
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| You don’t know me man
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| When I be on stage
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| All you see is fame
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| So you scream my name
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| But you don’t know me man
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| Hey, ho, hey
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| You don’t know me man
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| When you bump my songs
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| You like to judge them all
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| As if you knew me y’all
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| But you don’t know me man
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| My homies want to smoke
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| These ladies want to fuck
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| And rappers want me to rap on every single cut
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| But I nip and tuck
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| Myself in the cut
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| I know you give me love, but I need to get in touch
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| See you could really see, see who is really me
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| 23 deep
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| Yours truly Still incomplete
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| Soon as the beat cast me out your alley in the Philippines
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| Fila and Manila Rest in peace to the Billy Jean
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| Author, the king
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| He taught me everything
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| I was probably three feet tall Moon walking towards my dream
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| I’m a product of the 90's
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| Product of a black mama
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| White papa Clinton-Bush-Obama foreign policy
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| I took a time machine
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| To my birth date
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| Change my birth place
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| To the land of the earth quake
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| If my mama would’ve had me in Haiti this verse would say
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| Sak pase'
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| You don’t know me man
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| Rap is what I do
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| But not who I am
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| If you ever been judged by someone for something you understand
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| I’m a simple man
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| Not so different
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| Just cause I sing about women in my music doesn’t mean I’m pimping them
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| I fell in love once
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| But I’ve tried many times
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| Lost the most beautiful girl Then spit lines and many dimes
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| But it’s never quite the same
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| First night they give me brain
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| Then the next morning ask me if Sol’s my real name
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| My man say ‘find out who you are and be it'
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| We just happen to be in the public so you see it
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| That’s why you think you know me
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| But you are not my homie
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| I used to be a stoner
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| Now I am just Mr. Lonely
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| We only on this cold world for a minute
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| That’s why I treat the good like piano keys and hit it
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| I get it
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| Like it is supposed to be got
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| While on the rise I don’t mind
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| If you know me or not
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| Suck up |