| I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
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| Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
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| It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
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| When it’s no power go sour,
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| I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses,
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| Covered in the ashes of both towers.
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| Made in New York and the way that we talk
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| Make him an offer than you can’t confuse
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| Come back later on after you’ve thought it over
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| Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera
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| The popular, adore his pain for the sins of the God father.
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| Popular music got 'em confused with killers and artists
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| I kill it the hardest. |
| Competition dearly departed.
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| They feeling some sort of way 'cause my flow revealing the garbage
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| I’m making 'em throw it up. |
| You just making the people vomit.
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| When it comes to this rhymin' I’m a legend like too common,
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| Or the Chupacabra, the way I move it together it’s how I knot 'em.
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| Make them acclaim my cover, you adapt the way you shot it,
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| The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink,
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| Throw it back, coniac, I’m the best, you know that
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| You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts.
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| On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently,
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| Vicious, New York can rip you, be ripping it like a shread
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| Some symphony hall shit, getting higher than your faucet,
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| Getting better. |
| Drop a pearl every jam like Eddie Vedder.
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| Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
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| That never seen their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors.
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| They got bitten and now they’re smitting with the taste of blood and ticking
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| They taking enough drugs for the sleeping and keeping it fucking and make it up.
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| Raise the bar and the waiters up,
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| Others hating, just confused, undergo the way to luck.
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| The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up,
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| Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us.
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| For the worthless who don’t get paid enough
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| Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts.
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| As far as they’re concerned from on the table on the way to love
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| Take a slump, feel it to raise a child, you got to raise it up.
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| Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up. |