| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| You ready for any of the many bizarre facts?
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| A bit of the rhythm and you’re feeling the contact
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| I’ve done what I’ve had to do to improve
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| And you can tell me what you think about that! |
| Where you all at?
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| I gotta whole new thing to bring the funk;
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| Put another with me in the ring and they leave a chump
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| Nothing better than when neck’s down and up
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| Haven’t I made this crystal clear enough?
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| Hustle hard and I’m quiet on the move
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| In a room full of heads with their many points of view
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| And I’m sure to be another one that people don’t approve of;
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| I remind you every time I rhyme, you suck
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| Highly contagious, underrated, make way for the mind of rhymes creative!
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| When every line’s like burning rubber on the pavement
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| What can I say? |
| I’m nothing to play with!
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| This is what I wrote for your dome to explode;
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| Fitted ball cap and a dope rap song
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| In the zone with the chrome microphone
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| Is a lab rat with his backpack always on
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| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| We are undercover
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| You and all the others
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| Satisfying lovers, you and me, my brother
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| You can count on this!
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| Here’s a dedication of what’s truly yours.
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| We are undercover
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| You and all the others
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| Satisfying lovers, you and me, my brother
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| You can count on this!
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| Here’s a dedication of what’s truly yours.
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| Add a little bit of me, mix it with the drums;
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| The economy of emcees take another plunge
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| My name will invade your brain in great thought
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| I’ll raise the stakes high as maids in New York
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| Open your mouth, then I hold it there
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| Like windmills spinning vivid in the open air
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| It just goes to show what you know, for real!
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| My flow’s not even anywhere close to here
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| Amazed by the changes I’ve to had to make
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| To fascinate people like they’re half awake
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| If that’s case, still I got a lot to say
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| And my critical thoughts get tossed away
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| As I blaze who lost faith in us
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| To maintain enough to grow strength
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| From things that done changed
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| I’m making music or a brand new life
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| Has my hand on your throat with a Rambo knife
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| Either take it to 'em or you wonder what it’s like
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| How to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
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| No one can tell me what I’m doing isn’t nice
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| And I’m feeling more than ever with a clear insight
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| A brand new school of rock has been made
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| Rush the stage, it’s Frame and Rex Rey
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| A brand new school of rock has been made
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| Rush the stage, it’s Frame and Rex Rey
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| No excuse I will destroy!
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| Am I tired? |
| No, I’m not, enjoy
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| Evidence that I’ve been legit
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| Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within
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| And I mean this, truly yours
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| What is it that I’ve become?
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| Dwindling to nothing again, to then
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| Filling up the ink pen with everything
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| truly yours
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| truly yours
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| truly yours
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| (If I was going to make a list of musicians that have been important to me,
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| it would be a mile long, just look at my record collection for God’s sake!) |