| Sound man, turn me up in the monitors
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| First things first, though, peace to anonymous
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| King of the uglies here to beat the Adonises
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| Like who crucified you and made you the god of us
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| Slow down, Soul, now please, keep it positive
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| We just want to give away a dream and a scholarship
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| Please, what a pile of shit, no matter how you polish it
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| Just to flip a fucking burger he needs a doctorate
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| If he only has a bachelor’s
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| He can intern while he works up to a spatula
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| Actually, I’m exaggerating but ain’t it bad enough
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| When you’re packing a mac just to get the cash for that Acura
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| Out your
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| Mind if you think you can fly away on
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| Falcor
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| There ain’t a place you can hide cause they will
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| Outsource
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| Anything you’re willing to buy unless your mission in life
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| Ain’t just about yours
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| Hook:
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| I’m waiting for the one day
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| When I can take the subway
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| And never think of jumping down
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| Across town is the gunplay
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| A father where his son lay
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| I want to leave this country now
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| Pack it up, pack it in
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| If we’re gonna ever last
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| Separate your head and ass
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| From the packaging
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| What you here to find? |
| The path or the pathogen?
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| I’m the x factor that you neglected to factor in
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| I could be the last man standing with a missing limb
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| I promise I’mma keep fighting like Pacific Rim
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| But a rapper dissing me, I ain’t dissing him
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| I got problems like why my mama’s been getting thin
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| You don’t read, so tweet and it weep
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| While the world keeps turning like Jesus' cheek
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| And too bad if you’re that Keebler that’s sleeping
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| Inside of the next tree the beavers’ll eat
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| Call Mr. Martin
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| He can’t stop grieving
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| ‘Cause they picked a mad man
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| Above a boy not breathing
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| All the good will in the world ain’t gonna pick me up
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| Off the bathroom floor and save me |