| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| I know the games you play
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| But I don’t know who you are
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| Let it all hang out
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| I am I be
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| I trail I lead
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| I share we eat
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| This weed is gold
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| No like really gold
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| I push I pull
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| His hair like wool
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| I’m on my toes
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| I’m on my square
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| I’m scared of heights
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| I’m used to lows
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| I know I know
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| Don’t remind me
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| No short, please take the side streets
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| Had the same rap name since the 90's
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| Nowadays I teach black kids how to sight read
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| If ya man shake hands like a Pisces
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| Nah I’m aight B
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| From the era of the 5X white tee
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| Sharing French Fries on a project bench with wifey
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| Nike check on the uptown
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| Show me love when I come round
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| Kinda buzzed, don’t want wanna come down
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| Doing what it does
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| I be thinkin bout what I’m thinkin bout
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| Tryna make a queer girl’s top 5
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| Tongues tied, here comes the sunrise
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| Revolution to be dead dropped on a thumbdrive
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| Zip file narrated by a Gil Scott-Heron hologram
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| In gentrified Harlem
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| Let’s hear it for the man
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| One time
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| For redemption
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| One time
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| For the hero’s journey
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| One for the story
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| Or torn apart
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| One for the pain
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| For the glory part
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| Body broken down
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| What was in his heart?
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| New to the throne
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| Rain finna start
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| Took another fall
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| Nail on the head
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| Brow beaten
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| Y’all heard?
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| Never did
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| Black scorpion
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| Float leatherhead
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| Busted open
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| Lord bloodshed
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| Oh my God
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| We wanna follow and he wanna lead
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| He want the people to know when he bleed
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| Room recognition for what he achieved
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| They don’t believe
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| They think he done
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| Somebody said he was down for the count
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| Man what the fuck is they talking about?
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| Rested for two
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| How could they doubt?
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| Lifted it up and y’all thought he was out
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| He was a scorpion
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| They started to panic and thought he should hide
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| He coulda died
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| He coulda lost
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| Bought him a mast but what did it cost?
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| I heard a bell but they’re waving it off
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| Don’t interfere with it, they getting tossed
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| Don’t get involved when that brother is taken
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| It sticks cause ain’t nobody taking him off
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| He was the champion
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| He told them straight out the gate he would never submit
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| He too legit
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| Thought he was woofing?
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| Don’t ever look at him crooked
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| In spite of the book
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| And they pushing the clowns
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| Just look around
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| He somersault with a foot on the ground
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| Some of em talk but he puttin' it down
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| Give that man his gold
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| Let it be told
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| Best on the globe
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| Look at his boots and his robes
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| Every opponent is shipped to his sole
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| Took the control
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| Holding the cage
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| His fingers is broken
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| The door wouldn’t open and stayed
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| Locked with a rope and a chain
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| Face split open
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| The puddle is starting to stain
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| His face is exposed
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| Ain’t nowhere to go
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| Everybody in the audience finally knows
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| They know
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| They can see now |