| Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me, all ending up to get the people to feel me.
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| Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me, all ending up to get the prople to feel me
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| Now, I’m a product of chalklines and false lies, broken apart by many trys of
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| my own life,
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| Jus sit and think with a pen in my hand is dangerous,
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| And I’m tasteless so most times freek shows bang this,
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| You can tell by the way that I walk, I’m alot diffrent then most of the cancers
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| you come across,
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| And ima lock with it, keeping it safer than rum spell, the underground is my
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| haven,
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| But please nobody tell. |
| Now trensettas and mens sweaters my bandena,
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| To change wether you like me or not, never, I’m in the background sneaking up
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| behind you,
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| Get you wile your working and put 6 up in your drive thru,
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| Giving these killers a little somethin to ride to,
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| Reppers only hittin people that come out at night, you,
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| Start repaying the second I start rapping,
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| Catch him sneaking out the back and hit him with his own weapon
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| It’s a dirty game, but do you want to play with me? |
| (Do you want to play with
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| me?)
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| Ima do anything to get them all to see (open up your eyes world)
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| It’s a dirty game, but do you want to play with me (All ending up to get the
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| people to feel me)
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| Ima do anything to get them all to see (All ending up to get the people to feel
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| me)
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| Your daddy dont care and your momma blames everything wrong with the world on
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| drugs and rock n' roll,
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| She seen it on a talk show, cause if anybody know I’m sure its tyra banks and
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| her kin folk,
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| Man your such a fuck up, I almost belived them all,
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| Had my own personal battles with drugs and alcohol, I’m clean and sober,
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| I’m dirty and shit, decent in the ses pools, young broke and ignorant,
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| Wicked we kick it with songs in the form of a million hands,
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| Stickers we spit it callin from allyways and garbage cans,
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| This aint the reprogram, the original 2nd hand, I tac what I want from the
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| market of contraband.
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| Our souls will split into three horcruxes,
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| Placed around this earth to lead this order into somethin,
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| That this planet earth would feel yall beyond that,
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| Were so far stretched that the horoscope cant see attack,
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| Fin your graybacks of rap, keep this sh*t alive,
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| Hit the screens runnin torror yall cause your all diein,
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| We aint lying this rap sh*it aint nothin to us,
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| Compare us to how much we twiztid jump up on the bus,
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| Flat line, its our time, this shit is like steel,
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| Yall dudes faces is more screwed up than seals,
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| Yall gotta let us in, we on that rainbow six shit,
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| Ghost like recon, set the target, be the target, boom gone,
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| Its just a marathon, I drive a palm runnin down competiters,
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| Let up to take another drink so hurry up,
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| Its to much poise get out the way avoid,
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| I dont play that niose, I stick like tape boys
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| It’s a dirty game, but do you want to play with me? |
| (Do you want to play with
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| me?)
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| Ima do anything to get them all to see (All ending up to get the people to feel
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| me)
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| It’s a dirty game, but do you want to play with me? |
| (feel me, feel me, feel me,
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| feel me, feel me, feel me, get the people to feel me)
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| I will do anything to get them all to see (feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me,
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| feel me, feel me, open up your eyes world) |