| If you can find vanity anywhere in my bones
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| It’s justified and correct —
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| For I have labored endlessly
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| And earned some goddamn respect.
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| They sit in their knee jerk ivory towers and wax in the tongue of nay say;
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| But no matter how much of my blood they drink they can’t piss on my legacy…
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| Not by a damn sight…
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| I revere the spark,
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| And I fan the pyre,
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| But now I carry the fire…
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| What could I expect from these pigs but a grunt,
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| And pigs who’ve been whispered no less.
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| I say to the hours of my tribulations
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| Get thee behind me ‘cause it’s on to the next.
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| Would you dam up my river’s flow because it precedes on sacred land,
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| Or trim a new limb from an ancient tree because their roots grow hand in hand?
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| I’LL TAKE THE TORCH, THOUGH IT WAS NOT PASSED TO ME.
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| AND SEVER THE BURDEN OF A SYCOPHANTIC LEAGUE.
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| I NEVER SET OUT TO USURP THE MUSER KINGS OR TOPPLE THEIR THRONE,
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| BUT THEY DROPPED THE FLAME IN MY DESTINY NOW WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
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| It’s one thing to call a spade a spade
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| When the 52 are in check —
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| But quite another thing to call a card that
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| Just because it’s in the same deck.
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| Now take the god-spot, cock the hammer, and line me up in your sites
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| ‘Cause this hatchet job is just inspiration that will outlast the breadth of
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| your life…
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| I’LL TAKE THE TORCH, THOUGH IT WAS NOT PASSED TO ME,
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| AND SEVER THE BURDEN OF A SYCOPHANTIC LEAGUE.
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| I NEVER SET OUT TO USURP THE MUSER KINGS OR TOPPLE THEIR THRONE,
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| BUT THEY DROPPED THE FLAME IN MY DESTINY NOW WATCH ME MAKE THIS,
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| WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
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| WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
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| I revere the spark,
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| And I fan the pyre,
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| But now I carry the fire.
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| NOW I CARRY THE FIRE! |