| Put me on public display and showcase
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| So there’s an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me
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| I know you think it’s a lie and it’s a scam
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| Fuck the music, fuck the time, and fuck who I am
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| From where I stand
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| We digest shit like flies on trashcans
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| Overseers of the east revive wanting pentagrams
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| Time to open your mind
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| The possess by the rhymers eventually how they wind up
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| Damage, innocence isn’t a friend
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| So it’s hard to overlook and pretend where it all started
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| Half-hearted and semi-skilled
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| Still today unfuckwithable and unreal
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| Unbearable and unheard
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| Unmentioned and disrespected
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| I’m on levels and just worth
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| Subtract doesn’t rob us of our confidence
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| But obstacles and booby traps are hateration nonsense
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| Now on the other end of this microphone
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| Is the problems of a man whose mind is fucked up
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| And on the other side of the speaker spark
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| Is a nation that don’t give a fuck!(You think we don’t care?)
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| Now on the other end of the raps we spit
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| You can see that we don’t give a shit (I think you don’t care?)
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| And on the other side of the music we play
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| I question if you still relate (Can you, can you relate?)
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| Now I been both parted and spit on
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| Laughed at and hit on
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| You never had a clue that you were fucking with a time bomb
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| Now people see me on the streets and wanna talk
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| But when I lived right down the block though it was never worth the walk
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| And I ain’t gotta talk, all I had to do was sit and listen
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| Home in the dark hile you hope that I diminish
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| And when I finish the judge will give me 20 years flat
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| Cause I went up in the studio and murdered the track
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| You got me pissed off and angry, you thought this would change me?
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| You gotta come better than that, I ain’t afraid see
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| Your pitt bulls are dead and whe’re the only dogs left instead
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| To rightfully guide the mis-lead
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| It’s been 10 long years and all my blood, sweat, and tears
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| It’s the reason I’m standing right here
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| Willing to die for mine, blinded by the shadows of crooks
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| Another day another page in the book
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| Are you ready? |
| (Ready)
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| See us for who we are we ain’t have no worrie right here
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| Are you ready? |
| (Ready)
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| Do you relate to the paint and what we’re saying in the music that you claim to
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| hear
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| Ready
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| See us for who we are we ain’t have no worrie right here
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| Are you ready? |
| (Ready)
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| Do you relate to the paint and what we’re saying in the music that you claim to
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| hear
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| Ready
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| See us for who we are we ain’t have no worrie right here
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| Are you ready? |
| (Ready) |