| Now I’m ready to explode like a nail bomb
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| Mans will be sayin where the heck did he come from
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| Ya head move back and forth like a game of ping pong
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| Check ya navigator I’m direct like a TomTom
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| Never quittin cos i know dat I’m headstrong
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| Big in the game runnin tings like King Kong
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| Smellin fishy like sushi from Hong Kong
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| Check ya head top cos ya must have put it on wrong
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| This beat is nice this beat is raw
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| But what about all the punks
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| That wanna come down and bump on the floor
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| D’ya want my advice
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| D’ya want some more
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| Everybody wants a track that’ll never sound wack when ya
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| Play it hardcore
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| I’m on fire when i reach for the mic
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| A live wire when I reach for the mic
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| I get higher when I reach for the mic
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| When I reach for the mic
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| Yeah i preach on the mic
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| I spit bars and I’m keepin it tight
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| Nuff scars but I’m still keepin it tight
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| With the mic in my hand I can chat about what is real
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| Crackin the box of truth open
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| Like Noel Edmonds on deal or no deal
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| So make room in this room so I can chat my spiel
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| You feel the skill move it move it like Reel 2 Reel
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| I’ve seen the light by livin life in the darkness
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| I’m crawlin out maintainin my ground regardless
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| Depressed by cess buildin up in my carcass
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| I can’t parole my inner sole it’s my Father’s |