| Uh. |
| One, two.
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| Yeah
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| I’m still a hero, but I wear no disguise
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| It’s the monotone bloke with the dopey eyes
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| Getting numb to the pressure, I’m cold as ice
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| Remain focused, but still got an open mind
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| I’m a megastar, nobody knows me know
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| They on them sleeping pills about to overdose
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| Done some dumb shit, don’t condone it though
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| Think for yourself, is your mind open or closed?
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| I guess we’re defined by how others perceive us
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| Strange cult leaders, claim to be Jesus
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| Strangely the attainment of knowledge
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| Inspires a lot of people to become pathological liars
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| Lie to the people, lie to yourself
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| Lying over killing, you’re lying in a cell
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| Kinda smooth, like you’re flying in a stealth
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| Jetplane, temperament is firey as hell
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| Exaggerated greatness, decapitated fakers
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| Eradicate the hatred, I had to make the statement
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| Claim to be rich, when you’re broke, that’s really strange
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| Ego’s a mad thing, but will it really change?
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| Do you get me? |
| Do you need a hearing aid?
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| Are you the new Pablo Escobar? |
| Really mate?
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| When I smell bullshit, I tend to steer away
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| So, clear the way, clear the way
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| I’m a legend, wonder if these cats aware
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| It’s the monotone bloke with the patchy hair
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| On the stage in the flames, you can catch me there
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| Beat the shit out the kick and attack the snare
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| I’m a psycho, that acts like a boring man
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| You’re trying to bring me down? |
| You best abort your plans
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| I’m an MC, I’m a father
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| I’m a son from the now and here after
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| I wanna see love, wanna hear laughter
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| I’m a stubborn man, plus I’m a grafter
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| See I’m funny in a good way, not in a bad way
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| Tell you go fuck yourself if I had a bad day
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| Trying to be compassionate, be understanding
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| Stay away from me if you pricks underhand it
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| God damn it…
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| Ey… Oi… |