| All I see is Jersey Shore and these stupid Diddy shows
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| Really though, get 'em on a different channel
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| You can soak up all the so-called reality you can handle
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| Because I don’t give a shit about the crib Nelly lives in
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| Or what’s in his fridge, in his kitchen
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| It make me wanna turn off my television
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| It’s all irrelevant bullshit, man, I’m telling you
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| Can’t stand the smell of it
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| I mean, really? |
| What kind of world is this?
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| They give their time to Girlicious
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| Instead of giving it to legitimate artists
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| That work hard & put their world hearts in this shit
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| I wish they could see that and bring the old MTV back
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| With no video’s, it’s like an empty weed sack — it’s useless
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| So bring back the music, if y’all refuse to do it
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| We can always YouTube shit, but still…
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| Now…
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| Video killed the radio star
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| And kids won’t turn their stereo’s on
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| Kids need something to view the auto-tune in
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| I write these words and bare my whole heart
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| Expose my soul over beats I flow on
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| And hope they evoke emotions
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| And open up ears that yesterday were roped off
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| Closed minds only pay attention to the co-signs
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| And clothing designs
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| While the op-pest dies
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| I hope that mine, can find in my home to rotate
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| I know, I don’t quite fit the mode, no
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| But why should I live below the so-so's?
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| I won’t swallow the soil of those holding the spoons
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| Forced down your throats
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| No… |