| A little-known competitor, that emerges to win or succeed
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| although their victory is unexpected or unlikely
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| For example
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| Did you forget about me?!
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| How you gon' forget about me?!
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| Should’ve bet it all on me!
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| Now you wanna fuck with me
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| …They wanna put a chink into Twista’s armor
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| …But I didn’t even blink in that fiscal karma
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| I just be stuntin on these niggaz and ballin on them
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| Tellin them I’ma be forever young
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| Cause ain’t no motherfuckin artist alive fuckin with me
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| and knowin they compare to none
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| I am a (Dark Horse)
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| Creatively comin from a dark force
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| Closin the unexpected turn of events
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| as I commence to givin you another definition of hardcore
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| Lord have mercy on the souls that competed with me
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| and didn’t know what I was capable of
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| Let a nigga on the track and I attack and snatch a beat and murder it
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| especially off of an eighth of the bud
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| Now recognizin me is an abomination
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| Speakin on the coldest and I’m not in the conversation
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| Over-achiever, forever the underdog
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| I spit it but still omitted from every writer’s congregation
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| When I ain’t on the list with the mic splitters
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| Every once in a while I do be quite bitter
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| The big three be stylin, but who quite iller
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| Dark Horse, Ray Allen, Mike Miller
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| Did you forget about me?!
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| How you gon' forget about me?!
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| Should’ve bet it all on me!
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| Now you wanna fuck with me
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| I did it myself my nigga, didn’t need your help my nigga
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| Played the cards I was dealt my nigga
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| Now I got the belt my nigga
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| And they screamin out «That's my nigga»
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| Did you forget about me?!
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| Now you wanna fuck with me
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| Can’t forget about him cause he’s stuntin
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| O.G. |
| is son, I forever run it with a pocket full of hundreds
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| Spit it how I get it and they want it cause I flaunt it
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| because I get to the money
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| If I get to that honey I’ma have 'em all hatin on me
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| Screamin out «That nigga just don’t stop»
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| Intricate part of my style is the way I swag on 'em
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| when I’m goin so fast and still it be so hard
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| And when I do I know these niggaz can’t fuck with me, style it be ug-ly
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| They don’t want none of me, and if we do get into it it’s gonna be
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| just some shit that’s in front of me, I’ma come gunnin, we
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| conquer all obstacles, and if it’s possible I’ma get money, we
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| welcome haters and challengers, fakers not down with us
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| Takin our sound from us, we can get it on if they want a rhyme from us and I
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| be takin 'em out of the faith of a doubter
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| The face of a coward who’s bravery’s mistaken for power and then I
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| see if he learned his lesson, not to bully the lil' one cause he don’t want it
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| Probably get the pistol off a molly that’ll hit you
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| A one that’ll come with a side of another phenomenal
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| that’ll be turnin up the party when he diss you, it’ll probably be an issue
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| If you think I’ma let you forget about
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| the way I can throw flames on 'em
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| Trinidad, +All Gold Everythang+ on 'em
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| Pull a Juelz and go all +Cocaine+ on 'em
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| And that |