| I remember when I first grabbed the microphone
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| I felt like a lost soldier finding his way home
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| True love was shown
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| We used to do shows for free
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| But that’s over
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| You’re eating off of me if my name’s on your poster
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| I do what I’m supposed ta
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| So you look back on this like your death’s drawing closer
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| Beats bang harder than a rich wife and a chauffeur
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| My persona: a straight up stoner
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| So you’ll never get shit from me!
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| There was a time I showed love to a certain MC
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| But the first test he failed, started to derail
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| Girls are the worst tool in the art of betrayal
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| 'Cause the cunt will never fail to impress you
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| Act like he’s loyal, but he only pretends to
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| The things some do
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| It’s really a shame
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| When a friend and an enemy is one and the same
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| They wanna take, take, take
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| And have you just serve up the plate
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| Fuck that shit, put down the napkin
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| I’m snatching the fork from your table
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| Leave it by your navel
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| Maybe before, but you’re not able any more
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| See, no longer should we answer
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| To a clueless fool that wanna play master
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| See as the going gets tough, we work harder
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| Something that you know nothing about
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| Bumping the sound, my people they’re feeling it
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| We gotta reprogram, gotta refit
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| To the ever changing shape of where we live
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| Brainwashing taking hold, I can feel it
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| Write the poison pen letter and seal it
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| With Formaldehyde
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| Out of the hive
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| Reach for the honey, get tagged with the bee sting
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| Tryna take what I’ve got? |
| Nah, better rethink
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| It’s clear for my eyes to see
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| I can tell that you’re bluffing me
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| So you won’t get nothing
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| Out of me
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| It’s clear for my eyes to see
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| I can tell that you’re bluffing me
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| So you won’t get nothing
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| Out of me
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| I work my fingers to the boneyard, go home and zone hard
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| They take the piss and I see it on my sonar
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| I guess I need pounds like I feel the need to flow dark
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| Lyrics everyday, I’m worn out like an old tart
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| The fact is you need cash to do anything
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| Buy herbal medicine (*Cough*)
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| I need Benylin
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| The banks start meddling, and sending me charges
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| No credit rating because I fucked them in the past
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| Shit!
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| They want my money like my girl wants my attention
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| But the puppet master has got it held in suspension
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| So put it down, and let it rest for a second, 'cause
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| I need to get high, play some beats that are repping hard
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| They crumbling my edges like a lump of pollen and I might
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| Get lost, but I’ll never be forgotten
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| They take, and they take, but they’ll never break me
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| The trinity
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| Wake & bake, then straight make beats
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| Many man are tryna take something but they’re outta reach
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| Far like Mozambique, I’m high like mountain peaks
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| Rivaling types, invading all our privacy
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| Belling up my home line and tryna make accounts with me
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| If I ever sign a contract, that’ll be one I’m bound to breach
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| Heads who only do this for the dough, I ain’t got time for these
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| So fuck all the lying thieves who ever set their eyes on three
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| Of the tightest spit that your eyes will ever likely see
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| Get stripped for your riches, like elephants for ivory
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| Well advised to hide from me, better off counting sheep
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| Highest point of my life, my lungs took an ounce a week
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| Summer by the sun, city life got me feeling bleak
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| I need a green field, blue sky and a spliff of weed
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| Life’s so predictable, I’m missing all it’s mystery
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| We’re the herbal trinity, chillin, making history
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| I’m in this game for keeps, so you’ll never take shit from me
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| It’s clear for my eyes to see
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| I can tell that you’re bluffing me
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| So you won’t get nothing
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| Out of me
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| It’s clear for my eyes to see
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| I can tell that you’re bluffing me
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| So you won’t get nothing
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| Out of me |