| I missed my ship
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| Woke up late for work and missed my shift
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| Told my supervisor «kiss my dick, bitch I quit
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| This job ain’t enough to get by with»
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| Little did he know, that in private
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| I jacked the register to get my grip
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| Built the CES empire brick by brick
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| Did a couple shows pulled a thick thighed chick
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| Big eyes mean that I need a big plate
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| Lil' white guy yea but I do big things
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| Big wigs on the phone talking in big figs
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| Figures. |
| I fill the slot at a big gig
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| Well even though they ask for us
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| I still open up for a lot of acts that suck
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| So now I need a lot of jack to bust
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| Half stack for the DJ, a stack for us, that’s what’s up
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| Times gon' change, even if your mind don’t change
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| Leave it in your mind, so it stain, strive fo' fame
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| Keep it on the rise don’t hate
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| Even if your rivals reign
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| Sure as the wind blows
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| Come and get served to the tempo
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| I’ve been known to put 'em to rest with a permanent pen stroke
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| Murder in the first I invoke, I’m focused
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| In '06 it was rap psychosis
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| A fist to the face will make a black eye grow quick
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| Sure as fried chicken will make a fat guy grow tits
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| But that’s my old schtick, go ask my old clique
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| Times change and they pass by so quick
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| I used to, but now I don’t rap like those kids
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| They begrudge me because I have my own shit
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| Why would I grab theirs when I can grab my own dick
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| I may be hot but lets not be crazy
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| I ain’t the top of KC, And I ain’t jocking Jay-Z
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| I’m underground, final stage
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| The underdog, swelling up like a tidal wave, when I annihilate |