| The, the, the reason that I’m breathin'
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| Seeping heat
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| It gets me cheese, why I’m eaten in Bad Season
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| Was deep in beef and was needing some beats to release in evenings
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| Instead of me being up and bleeding with thieves and heathens wit keys and
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| obstacles
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| Made it possible for the flow go to be profitable
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| Yo Tech audible, his inaugural prada popped and was plausible
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| God is so good for giving me music!
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| Liftin', gettin' me through when I was fixing to lose it
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| Dudes hit Big Scoob’s shit and reppin' the blue tip
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| Fool’s skipped when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip
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| Full clips for who stick the homie for true grip
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| My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it
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| Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho dinero
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| In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a sombrero
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| This gift ain’t given from a devil, so settle
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| Come and get this rebel music that’s hot as a kettle, pendejo
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| Saved my life, paid my lights, made my wife, say «Bye Bye»
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| Gave my nights babes, I like preyed my mic
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| Would never fade, forever slayed, days I write
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| My cheddar raised up better, faze way high hyped
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| My music’s one reason I always get to lay my pipe
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| The reason Tech N9na can comfortably say «Night, night»
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| Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! |
| Why bite?
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| I hear, I feel, I live, listen and learn
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| I like…
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| (I love music)
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| Yeah, I love (I love music)
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| For real (I love music)
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| And I need (I love music)
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| To feel (I love music)
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| Go and play it (I love music)
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| Yeah, know what I’m saying? |
| (I love music)
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| My love (I love music)
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| Know what I’m saying?
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| Automatic when I do this
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| Manually, daily, monthly, annually
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| I get a step closer to being the coolest
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| Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it. |
| Ooh, shit
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| Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean Mike produced it
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| That’s music pahtna
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| I’m just a poet with incredible rhythm
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| Words arranged will let you know he has incredible in him
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| I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha
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| I laugh because it’s easier than do ray mi fa sol la
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| Ti do, we know he go say what on that C Note
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| And he can pay a C Note with that B Note
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| I’m talkin' truth
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| And I got stories that I show you that it’s walkin proof
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| A thousand miles of it and I can show you what I’m walkin' through
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| Music ain’t a hobby, it’s an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back
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| in January of '92
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| So don’t you dare say good music skipped my generation
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| Your hatin' ain’t nothin' but motivation for these compilations
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| Oob!
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| Music is my life
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| The reason why I write
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| Like Edgar Allan Poe on the beat, like a parasite
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| You thought a parachute made my flow just fall out the sky
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| Then you fell apart into a body part no one would buy
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| Nobody tried my limits cause they’re afraid of heights
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| The ambition, weak or gravity let 'em die
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| I let you live until a nigga compose a rhyme
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| Then it’s like a Rhino in your ass every time
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| Time and time again I treat my pen like The Pen
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| Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I been
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| Servin' a life sentence since the day I was ten
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| Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap
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| Into a pool of sharks then swim
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| That’s an analogy on the way I do casualties
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| And I do this shit casually
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| Before the verse end, I’ll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend
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| And if it wasn’t for my music, I wouldn’t be standing here!
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| If it wasn’t for my music, you wouldn’t have nothing to hear, yeah
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| And I love…
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| Wake up!!! |