| Yeah, I think it’s about that time, baby
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| My name is Victa and I’m a winner
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| And I know what I’m talking about
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| And just 'cause I come out on top
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| Don’t mean I’m leaving you out
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| Oh yes, I’m a tricksta but not a sinner
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| And you may not agree
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| Before you start to criticize
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| Are you talking 'bout you or me?
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| 'Cause I’m your brother, your friend
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| I’m so much a part of you
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| To be the Victor, deal with who you are
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| Before you worry about what to do
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| I’m right here with ya, not against ya
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| It may look like deceit
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| But I am always on your side
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| Even when we compete, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Well, it’s not always the answer
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| All you have to do is pay
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| When you understand the message
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| Then you have the right to say
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| My name is Victa
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| And I’m so finger funking good
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| You could never wash off this funk debris
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| Even if you could
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| My name is Victa
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| And I encourage you to learn how he plays
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| 'Cause in practice there is a perfection
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| Now tell them what I say, my name is
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| And for all you players out there
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| I want you to pull up a chair
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| And sit down somewhere
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| My name is, I ain’t gonna say it
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| It’s already on your mind
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| Some may call it bragging
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| But I ain’t got the time
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| I am coming to get ya
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| I’m sneaking up from behind
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| Don’t worry, just a little bit more to say
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| May have to wait till tomorrow, it ain’t gonna be today
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| I’m gonna tell my story, I don’t know where to begin
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| The one thing that I know for sure, the Victor always wins
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| Ain’t no worrying tomorrow
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| You just take care of today
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| And there’s nothing left to borrow
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| Then you have the right to say
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| My name is Victa
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| And I’m playing like a player plays
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| My name is Victa
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| And I’m playing like a player plays
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| My name is
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| Ah, the name is Buddha, baby
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| Yeah, just put your hands right here
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| While I whisper in your ear
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| And just in case you didn’t know
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| I’m here to tell you something
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| Let me hear you say play, Victa, play
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| My name is
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Victa, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My name is Victa
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| And I’m so finger funking good
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| You could never wash off this funk debris
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| Even if you could
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| My name is Victa
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| And I encourage you to learn how he plays
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| 'Cause in practice there is a perfection
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| Now tell them what I say, my name is
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| Oh yeah, bobble, boot-rappafella here
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| For all the encouraging minds that wanna know
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| We’re bringing you the real deal and not the deal-doe
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| Galactic isolation
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| Paranormal observation
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| Miscalculated calculations
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| Hey Victor, it’s obvious
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| They are not paying attention
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| His name is Victa
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| We’ll see him on the back side |