| Sole down on the coldest pavement
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| Hear the music and I’m coming out to face it
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| In the place where they may get face lifts
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| Instead of trying to get a bit of entertainment
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| Walk a thin line on an incline
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| All above a little bit of sentimental circus
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| And we thought this what we were owed
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| I think these motherfuckers maybe getting nervous
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| I’m on some take what’s mine
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| In your face for the dime like an eighth of the time
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| Wait faithfully primed
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| Get a place and a time shit I been casing your grind
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| You ain’t even really seen and running with the coldest
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| The JD in my bloodstream knows it
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| You all crooked and your whole team shows it
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| We break crews like you for the focus
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| This is a message for all of those trying to hold me back
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| Beware when the kid got an open jack
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| Get ya back up in another sunny col de sac
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| They say he’s humble but don’t ever tease the lion
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| Cuz you may wake a sleeping giant right around his feeding time
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| I can’t sleep good
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| While these crabs are in this bucket
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| And they all are trying to keep us down
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| Up in this motherfucker
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| I can’t eat good
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| When there’s poison in my food
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| Cause they preserve the day it’s due
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| So we can get it tasting new
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| I can’t speak good
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| Because I’m raised to just behave
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| Instead of go and seize the day
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| They told me learn to be a slave
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| I can’t sleep good, eat good, speak good
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| Tell me now what’s a modern man to do?
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| I can’t sleep good
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| I can’t eat good
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| I can’t speak good
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| What’s a modern man to do?
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| In the middle of a seance with the same song
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| I been laid off for the paper
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| Get him up and lay walls cause the hate falls
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| Right away on to your neighbors
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| Enemies are closer and approach ya with the potent
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| Dose of don’t ya need a donor
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| I’m good bro and the loaner
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| You can keep it with it’s shitty little owner own up
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| I’m on some take what’s yours
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| Gimme bass in the core with a taste of the war
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| It was safer before when we wade to the shore
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| Just to get another fate from The Lord
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| I be running round and trying to figure out the cycle
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| With a bit of bullshit an a rifle
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| When I spit an pull shit get an eyeful
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| This strange mans not a god damn idol
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| You been so busy just chasing the dream that they sold you quick
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| Bend over back up and just slowly drift
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| On top of that pack of exploding dicks
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| They say us passive will get fucked along the line
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| But you may only get the time to take one breath before you’re mine |