| A woo-hoo, it’s goin down out here — that’s right
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| Ninety-eight style
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| Everything is lookin up lookin bright y’know
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| It’s goin, goin the right way
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| Seein what I need to be seein, and
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| Feelin what I, what I need to be feelin
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| It’s alright.
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| Everyday I get a little closer, didn’t want to boast or brag
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| No talking bad, strictly fun on this one here
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| Done nearly instant, bang it out, high off life-style
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| I bring it out to slang it, musical arrangement
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| Maybe it’s a plate that’s to my liking
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| Striking you it’s good to listen to him he’s exciting
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| That’s why I’m writing and, why they’re biting
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| Rare sitings of them? |
| keep me fighting, on moving
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| Strong losing long nights of sleep to peak
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| Types of deep thoughts kept far from being talked for cheap
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| Meet reality face to face,? |
| be laced with taste
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| Full taste I am grateful wait
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| I don’t push it around, I let my sounds speak
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| Pound beats for therapy — dare to be a patient?
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| Share with me adjacent lines, we facing times
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| Terrible this nation’s crimes unbearable find
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| Repairable ways to be paid and stay laid
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| Should you trade and you spray fool I’m afraid
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| Displays like a freak show, they tweak though
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| Fiendin for the sequel
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| And you know what that equals — better than the last
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| I’m forever on that task, when a champ come to take
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| What you wish is your choice you can diss use your voice
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| I’m like this, regardless I wanna be the smartest
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| Not the hardest, artist on the farthest plane
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| Chorus: The Grouch (repeat 2X)
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| You better recognize the name
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| Grouch and Living Legends here to drop a little game
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| It’s not hard to see, I started with the basics
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| Built up can’t replace it I ace it, any test
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| Any test. |
| you better recognize the name
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| It’s not hard to see, nope
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| It’s not hard to see.
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| As the test gets aced, reality is faced
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| While you searchin for your new beginnin I continue lacin
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| Tracks and wax, all types of dope product
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| Symbolic of my rise to victory while you fall off
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| You sellout, ??? |
| ??? |
| ??? |
| ???
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| Catch me on the beach where the girls leave bikini
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| Tops in they bags and, some titties sag
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| Like my navy blue dickies, fuck drinking Mickey’s
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| Got Solnac, fake Hennesee fuckin with me
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| I even hit the blunt, what more do you want?
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| I quit beadies, despise cigarettes but you see me
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| Toleratin til some of my homies get it straight
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| Come with me, get yourself a dose of this dope Dude
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| Kinda like Devin no regret outloud act rude
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| It’s too true, had to learn my business while I «Boo Boo»
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| That’s where you cats find me, haters be behind me
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| I flush em, wipe em out the frame it’s ridiculous
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| How many underground crews wanna get with us?
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| Jealousy enmity enemy, point em out
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| Read the liner notes but the tape was a joke
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| Learn the fundamentals over instrumentals
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| I rip excelling in the art disassembling a punk bitch
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| Bubble up elsewhere, shaking off my coattails
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| Busters goin nowhere, goin nowhere
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| Any test. |
| it’s not hard
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| You better recognize the names
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| You better. |
| you better |