| Now I’m gonna put it down on this one for D
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| Yo, don’t let them get in the way of your swagger, man
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| Now I live by the motto where I choose my own battles
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| Do I look like I need the petty hassles? |
| Sure I’m with The Herd
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| But I ain’t caught up in the politics of cattle
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| You can push but don’t think that you’ll knock me off the saddle
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| My job, my role, my love, is a black artform
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| I’m a teacup that carried the storm
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| My needs, my ways, my means, something outta the norm
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| Giving shape to what hasn’t been drawn and
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| That requires a little of Ali and Erik Satie
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| Boutros Boutros Ghali, solemn gotta party
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| But up from them calm waters rise tsunamis
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| The eyes conceal the kamikaze
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| That’s a divine wind, crush an uprising
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| You be the bouncer and I’ll be the lightning
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| And I’ll be the left hook that’s sinking your right wing
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| Motherfucker drop quicker than on an ice rink uh!
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it
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| They got so much to to say but so much less to do
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| And I’m not hatin' on you I’ve just heard better than you
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| You should go and get your mind right but you keep on playing a part
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| Searching for that limelight but haters get left in the dark
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| And they keep knocking, knock on the door of opportunity
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| While I’m not stopping picking the lock off this industry
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| Even though they say I’m more welcome in a penitentiary
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| Or cemetery like Doomadgee it’s hard to see the reasons
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| To keep up with trends and the friends that you like to follow
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| I’m doin' it, I do it like the rent is due tomorrow
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| On this beat is right where my heart is
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| My home is where my art is, you can bet on this
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| We gonna finish what you started
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it
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| Time to get their about the same old shit
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| TIme — time about the same old shit
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| And when it comes time to battling, they don’t want
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| They don’t want
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| They don’t want
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| It goes, eye on the prize, head in the clouds
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| Ear to the ground, finger on the pulse of the town
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| Skulking around, if you got an itchy digit on a trigger pull it
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| Just be sure it’s loaded with garlic and silver bullets
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| 'Cos ain’t no telling what’ll land us in intensive care
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| Steady rhymin' to the crack of military snares
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| Guerrilla journalist mind frame, lurk in the mist
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| Genuine article burning in my brain
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| Circling my veins, unafraid of living dangerously
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| Unashamed so I readjust my aim
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| Fly folkloric, atom splittin'
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| I’m spittin' acid at 'em my lyrics hydrochloric
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| (Going to show) you gotta be watching the quiet ones
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| Small unassuming squids about to take down a giant one
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| True Elefant Traks level a minefield
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| Let 'em fire on us they ain’t fuckin' with strongwill
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it
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| Make no mistake, we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, we can settle it
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| Don’t forget that we’ll fight fire
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| With this fire, you can bet on it |