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"Right now, we gonna get together and give you a tuneThat we had a lot of requests for..." [Lionel Hampton][Spawn] |
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I never gave props to emcees who dont deserve it |
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Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it |
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Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it |
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Never had |
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I thought life was gonna be perfect |
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Never hit the chicks unless |
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I have a jimmy hat |
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Never leave the crib unless |
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I have my shit intact |
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Never do I say a rhyme unless the beat is fat |
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Best believe that, never will the |
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Spawn come wack |
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Never went to court, never had to serve trial |
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Never went to jail, had no records on file |
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Never direspect, never treat my friends wild |
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Cus I never had real friends till now[Spawn (Slug)] |
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So this goes to those(Who be supporting at the shows) |
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And this goes to those(Who's always working on they flows) |
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And this goes to those(Who use music intake to escapefindin' love and happiness inside a mixtape) |
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And this goes to those(Who's criticism is constructive) |
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And this goes to those(Who lyrically we just cant **** with) |
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And this goes to those(Who's love is so strong you can shut your eyesand see them when you listenin' to they songs) |
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This goes to those(Who eat and sleep with turntables) |
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This goes to those(Who say **** the major lables) |
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And this goes to those(Who unsigned and dead brokecan still make a name before they even make a demo) |
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This goes to those(Who keep the freight trains lit up) |
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And this goes to those(Who roam the night just to get up) |
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And this goes to those(Who tag and paint walls with aerosollost city from Minneapolis to St. Paul) |
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This goes to those(Who flip the b-boy acrobatics) |
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And this goes to those(Who put the ball in the baskets) |
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This goes to those(A few who listen to the lyricscuz this flow's for those who can dig the Atmosphere shit)[Spawn (Slug)] |
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Its like that shit(Its like this shit) |
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True heads are the real music critics |
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Was always better with flows,(then I was with shoulder pose) |
| [2X][Spawn (Slug)] |
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple |
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Anxiety:(thats my new drug of choice) |
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Society:(where you go when you loose your voice) |
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Rivalry:(stems from the shit you man's selling me,dont lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy) |
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Observation:(thats my tactic to complain) |
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Conversation:(distract you while I pick your brain) |
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Atmosphere:(up there lyrical unitthat leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch) |
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Nonetheless:(thats how I often change the subject) |
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Second guess:(thats what they all do to Slug's shit) |
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Ironic:(most kids pale in comparisonthe mind phonics, so comes the hail of some embarassment) |
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Roller-coaster:(a metaphor for my delivery) |
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Overdose:(results of having battle tendencies) |
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Its like that, never the wack, an actual fact(Its like act transglobal and local so hold me backIts like daamn ageless-tenseness-wanderingIts a struggle, between what you can give and what you want to)[Spawn (Slug)] |
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Its like that shit(Its like this shit) |
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True heads are the real music critics |
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Was always better with flows,(then I was with shoulder pose) |
| [2X][Lionel Hampton's voice]"Right now" [scratched] |
But no matter where you live my man the love is multiple |
