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I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but... |
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With the excitement of a new born |
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Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm |
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With nothing but they word and they history |
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Take a can of paint and try to decorate they dignity |
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It's not what they anticipate |
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But, ****, it doesn't matter, put your fists up and instigate |
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And they can't save the planet |
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Or the children of the bandits |
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Or themselves god damn it |
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I'm just a man that loved rap, so much in fact |
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I put every piece of myself inside these ****ing cracks |
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What is that, you whisper something from the back? |
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You think your personal attacks |
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Make up for what you lack? |
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I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap |
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To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap |
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Sorting through bills, fan mail and life threats |
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Wonderin why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet |
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They call me Sean, this is Anthony |
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No need to act hard cause we got extended family |
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So I smile while I try to use my words wise |
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Say what I meant just in case this is your first time |
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Via child of the wings tired |
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Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired |
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Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken |
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So we can watch the world tip side. WAIT! |
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Even the dead's gettin live |
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It's a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive! |
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To fall in love with this bitch |
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From the petals on her flowers to the pimples on her tits |
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**** the insults, and **** the compliments |
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Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and the common sense |
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Stop followin the wind that you swallow |
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Cause it's too simple to aim for a target sittin on a fence |
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We do it for the candle in the sky |
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Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high |
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You and I, we can swim into the tide |
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And watch these other children lose they mind (I'm growing tired!) |
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And they landed safe and sound |
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Better try to take 'em out before they make their saviors proud |
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So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep |
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Either spit your speak or sit there and grit your teeth |
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To spread the info to the kin folk |
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****in' with the climate on the inside of the windows |
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They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther |
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Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs |
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Plans act firm, let the planet burn |
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Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms |
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I'm tryin to keep the prize on the eyeball |
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But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall |
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Who's to blame for your lack of conviction |
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I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission |
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Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line |
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And hope in plain sight what ever gave you the right to question mine? |
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The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics |
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You can put that on your last dollar |
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Wake up, it's bigger than a pay stub |
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There's the door, get your money, go wash off your make-up |
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And they don't need to love it |
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If you don't wanna give it, keep it |
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Doesn't really mean nothin' |
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Come and beat it 'til it stops breathin' |
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No need to even try to reason |
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When they not leavin' |
