| I dont even feel like im loved until im hated
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| Makin a situation more complicated
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| How’d you make it
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| Payin to break the playlist
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| Label paying in stages now its back to minimum wages
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| It ain’t outrageous cause its prolly the truth
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| And now you’re nameless skill and a mill and a half on recruit
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| Fine you’re brainless
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| And now you sound skin starts to shoot and you’re famous
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| Layin in your funeral suit
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| Man if there’s one thing i hate its all the ignorance
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| Changin the basis of the world wide premice
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| And like some chemists we perfected an antidote
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| To smother the anti hope and pressure on your cantalope
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| Somewhere tween the music notes our souls will never die
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| And its like we’re resurrected evertime you’re gettin high
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| Got you’re favorite shit bumpin loud enough for all to hear
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| Catch a mean mugs realize that one things clear and thats
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| I know that you all hate me (Thats how they got me feelin)
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| You dont really dispise or hate me (tell me what you believe in)
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| Hide behind your facade but i see (i've had it up to the ceilin)
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| You’re wastin your time hatin me just like me (tell me what you believe in)
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| Its interesting everybody’s against us
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| Chicken heads tempt us
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| Cops want to arrest us
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| Enemies want to knock the hustle and lay us down
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| Smilin in our face when we come around
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| More hate then love we push and shove
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| Like mosh pits through the world
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| Just tryin to get a piece of it
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| Before we’re forced to leave it
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| Converted to go and destined to stay afloat in the twilight zone
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| Supernatural becoming what we became
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| Visionaries capable of seeing outside of the frame
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| Strange enough to accuire shitty looks
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| Equal to that of a crimal or crook
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| So go and look but dont stare
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| That shit is bad for your health
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| Like dissin somebody to feel better about yourself
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| When you put it all down its still hard to see
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| Cause you’re dissin a mother fucker that you’re tryin to be
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| Thats how they got me feelin
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| Tell me what you believe in
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| I’ve had it up to the ceilin
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| Tell me what you believe in
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| I know that you all hate me (Thats how they got me feelin)
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| Tell me what you believe in
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| Hide behind your facade but i see (i've had it up to the ceilin)
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| Tell me what you believe in
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| All i know is everytime i go to look up
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| Theres somebody standin out on the stage wearing my hook up
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| And they think its cool cause all they been listening to was you
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| But see really you’re just a rip off of somebody in the crew (ooooo)
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| You ain’t the greatest just the latest in long lines
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| Of people who been ripping me off now for a long time
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| You chalk lines and the crack default line
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| A couple short nickles fuckin around wit a long dime
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| Rewind mine a couple of times
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| And then they’ll ask me word for every word in the sound
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| Im just citing from the top to the bottom
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| And then decide what we’ll ride in the field of forgotten
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| I know that you all hate me (Thats how they got me feelin)
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| You dont really dispise or hate me (tell me what you believe in)
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| Hide behind your facade but i see (i've had it up to the ceilin)
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| You’re wastin your time hatin me just like me (tell me what you believe in)
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| Thats how they got me feelin
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| Tell me what you believe in
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| I’ve had it up to the ceilin
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| Tell me what you believe in |