| I’m ready for the fight
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| I’m raedy fro the war
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| I’m ready for you punk motha fuckas, i’ma score
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| I’m ready for the end but this is where it starts
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| I beat you to the finish so you better take your marks
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| I’ve always been the second best, never been the first
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| Watchin the winner rise, get the credit, feelin cursed
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| At first i was like down on myself, it didn’t help
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| I had to elevate to the next level and be felt
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| Dealt a hand of cards, much harder to play than most
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| Didn’t have a neutral so i couldn’t kick back and coast
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| Close to givin up so many time but didn’t quit
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| I had to persevere
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| I had to do my shit
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| Equipped with a good mind to guide me through my travels
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| So i’m always talking sense even when other fools, they babble
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| And gabble in that stupid shit
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| I know the truth in it’s gonna help me later
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| I dwell as a major payer of dues
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| And a hater of crews who aren’t
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| I be an underdog in this art and take you out from the start
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| So you can mark my words
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| Come alone or come in herds
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| I’ll never be the second best, i’ll never be the third
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| I watch good fortune circulate through many lives
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| But it never seems to hit the ones who really really try
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| So we die just to attain it
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| But fate you can’t contain it
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| You can’t predict the ones luck will hit but still i dream
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| I feel a gleam of hope through self esteem
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| And like a beam of light i shine to remind fools to continue
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| Never pretend to be something that your not
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| The way i come across on paper is how i am, it’s not just talk
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| A concocted plan now in effect is all i am
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| Trying to play my part in the scheme of life if i can
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| Withstanding all the pressure applied to my hide
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| And abiding by the golden rules of life and make my stride
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| Now why should i have to be the dopest emcee
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| To get someone in this world to even speak with me
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| I’m critiquing these stupid ass ways of life
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| In hope of understanding but i stay in strife and pain
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| And fuck trying to maintain, i want to get over
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| And others doing the same thing but i’m movin slower
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| And my brains thinking faster
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| So i’m adding to disaster
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| I master all my shit myself in my house
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| And douse motha fuckas with the beat
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| Every time i speak completely cause i correctly state my rhymes where too many
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| fail to freakly
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| Paragraphs they write, there are laughs when they say them
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| You rappers can’t exist, down to rest we lay them
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| The trip is over, the trip is over |