| It’s so true
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| All I need is a beat to flow to, I’m old school
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| Banging on the tables, spitting verses
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| Fuck Pro-Tools
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| Let the flow show you how to capture my groove
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| (X-Raided!)
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| Give me a snare and a kick drum and I’m cool
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| I’m so smooth like suede Pumas in 86'
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| When it was all good
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| Wasn’t nobody on that shady shit
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| Nigga that ain’t no Shady diss
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| Don’t take it like some shady shit
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| I’m just saying
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| You get it twisted, I’ll give you more funk than some baby shit
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| Back in 86
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| I was in Alabama with my poppa
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| In Prichard, on the outskirts of Mobile
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| So real
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| Momma tired of her son getting suspended for getting kicked out of class
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| Sent my ass to my dad in a last
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| Ditch effort, to save me from the gutter
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| But I felt abandoned, started not to love her (damn)
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| Started not to trust her (man)
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| Poppa wasn’t the type to give a hug up
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| Or even say he love you
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| He too busy selling drugs up
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| What the fucks up?
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| Sent me back to Cali, «You don’t want me here»
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| Man, I’ve been lonely here
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| Damn, it’s been a lonely year
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| Besides God, my only fear is death |
| Well, that’s not true
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| My only fear is the unknown
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| And nigga I don’t know you
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| Staring in the mirror like, «Nigga I don’t know you»
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| Like alzheimer’s
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| I let my notebook provide a reminder
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| I reacquaint myself with myself
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| And wonder how it got so bad
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| When I got back to California, summer 86'
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| When my grandma had a massive heart attack (damn)
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| My momma saw what happened (swear?)
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| I never got my momma back
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| The trauma cracked, my momma heart, broke her spirit
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| Hope my momma
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| Did (?) in my lyrics
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| Love you baby, just to clear it from the table
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| Wash the plate, watch the snake
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| Don’t you cry, go wash you face
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| I can’t blame you for my mistakes
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| You wasn’t able to stop my case
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| From happening
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| I know you prayed
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| I’m trapped
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| Within the labyrinth of my conscience
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| And I’m so afraid
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| I’ll never get to grow up and fade
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| With gray hair
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| And hold you close and stay there
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| When you go to praise
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| God and (?), Holy Ghost
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| No one knows how it feels
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| In my own soul
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| Grim Reaper embrace, it’s so cold
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| I’m spinning out of control
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| I need some help |
| Cause even Jesus felt the burn
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| «He said take this cup from me, I am death
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| You can’t run from me, I’ll come for you
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| If you don’t come for me»
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| It’s ugly, but it’s beautiful too, just like a lie
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| Can be hideous but then be proven as true"
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| So fuck a coupe, fuck a pretty girl
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| You get it?
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| It’s a pretty world
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| Be a globetrotter, fuck a city girl
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| You get it?
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| Go to Harlem, go to Paris, go to Egypt
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| See the pyramids
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| And know there is ain’t no reason
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| To have fear to live
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| Or a reason to have your fear give your time
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| A dime
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| Or a damn, as a minority
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| I’m reporting thee
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| Shit I see
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| Recorded and storied thee
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| Validated authority
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| As a king, to keep it coming
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| I pour it on the track like porridge
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| And I pour it like syrup
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| On a pancake and I serve it
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| For a handshake
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| So go on and admit man
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| The man’s great
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| Look into my damn face
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| You can’t deny it, I’m king of my damn state
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| I can’t shake the feeling
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| I was meant to be more
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| And to see more
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| Need to eat more, beats rich
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| C’mon feed me Seymour
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| I’m in the lead, ain’t no need to keep score |
| I’m never lead but I glow
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| I got my own aura, homie you can keep yours
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| You want war, we devour your soul from your body
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| Like a scissor
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| I see you’re in fear cause I can eat your
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| Lyrics then I leave more
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| Lyrics on the beat for
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| People too, appreciate me for
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| Follow me the leader
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| See what they hate me for
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| Cause they can’t do it like X
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| I am thee lord
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| They tell you they don’t like X
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| But in private, they listen and they bite X
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| God bear witness as I write this
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| He’s right here
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| In present tense he’s right here
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| Why you think all that light there?
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| I’m shining, I’m grinding
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| I’m ahead of y’all by lightyears
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| All you gotta do is say my name
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| And it strike fear
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| (X-Raided!)
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| Nefarious, I’m the last and the next greatest
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| Contemplate your next statement, haters
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| Bloc Star!
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| Raised in inferno
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| Look into my eyes
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| And see the fire
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| (X-Raided!)
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| Bloc Star baby! |