| Iґve gotta say Iґm not a rapper to the bone, you know, I wasnґt born in L.A.
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| , New York or so
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| And my town couldnґt be more
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| Quiet you see, in my hood noone ever pulled a gun on me! |
| But when I grab the
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| microphone I
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| Feel the need in me to
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| Release everything thatґs inside of me. |
| Iґve gotta get it out, donґt wanna wait
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| and see, cause
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| What Iґm dealing with hurts
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| Emotionally. |
| I never spraid a wall or a train you know. |
| I never got into
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| graffiti, man, I donґt
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| Know, I never spun on my head,
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| Breakdance till your dead, I only listen to the music, cause thatґs where itґs
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| at. |
| Donґt wanna
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| Fall for no gimmick of the
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| Industry, like all the funky clothes, Iґm not a wannabe. |
| I do what I like if it
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| feels right to me,
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| Itґs only me, my voice and my
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| Mic, you see?!
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| Why would I try to deny where Iґm coming from?
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| Not everytime I hear a beat I gotta move, my man, Iґm not a party guy who needs
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| to shake
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| His thang. |
| Itґs all about the
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| Lyrics and the rhymes, you know, about the song itself and not the video.
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| Donґt wanna see
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| The tits, the cars make the hits,
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| Donґt need to see a million people jump up in a pit and shout hip hop hurray —
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| no way —
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| Thereґs only one way to go for me
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| And thatґs my way ! |
| My way can only be where iґm coming from, i need to see
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| whatґs up
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| Around me and put it in a song.
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| My songs are a cure, gotta keep em all pure, donґt wanna have to adapt to the
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| rules for sure.
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| So this one goes out to all of
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| The wannabes, the ones who are trying to be what they cannot be.
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| Just do what you like if it
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| Feels right to you — Itґs only
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| You, your voice and your mic, you fool !
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| Why would you try to deny where youґre coming from? |