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Yeah, Kool |
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Keith should keep it real |
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He should rap about space and |
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MarsYo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free |
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I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the |
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RooseveltI left |
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New York, the city itself was stress depression |
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High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction |
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Producers filtering join in with |
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R&BA million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me |
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Biting my space styles, biting my horror core |
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All I saw was |
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Kool Keiths on my thaw |
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Record companies had |
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G'd off all my royalties |
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Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack |
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MC'sSome try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap |
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Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limousines |
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Mixtapes by wack |
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DJ's adds doo doo play |
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I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway |
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Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion |
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On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion |
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Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye |
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Since I've been out, y'all can't see |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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YeahIs the world made of plastic?' |
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Cause that's the way is seems, ow |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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YeahWatching |
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TV so bored, while imbeciles hold the mic cord |
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Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound? |
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Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leagues |
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No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented |
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BenzCrews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends |
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I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats |
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People with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets |
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I turned my back, 90 percent of the city sounded wack |
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Payola scams switched |
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DJ's like a rubber band |
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Everybody clear with beats trying to be |
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PremierClearing samples, your |
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SP-12 fake examples |
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My money grows with green from my own label |
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While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label |
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Your tri state ways are shut down by barricades |
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In fact I packed my bags, and listened to |
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E-40Mac Mall, |
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C-Bo, and other rappers you don't know |
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You're narrow minded and styles of mind you won't find it |
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My sound proceeds with moog and undertone bass |
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No comic gimmicks with beats rapping in my face |
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I come back real, solid rock razor steel |
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Taping your program, show the world |
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I'm the man |
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You copy Poppa |
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Large, the industry is large |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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OwIs the world made of plastic?' |
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Cause that's the way is seems, yeah |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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OwIs the world made of plastic?' |
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Cause that's the way is seems, yeah |
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As I do see sorta rugged wack beer commercials |
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Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the |
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Ninja Turtles |
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From Manhattan |
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I heat up, yo light up |
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Times Square |
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I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare |
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No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows |
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People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes |
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I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects |
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Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of scrimmage |
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Playing my numbers, waiting for the five to come |
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Spaghetti out the window, people acting dumb |
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Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy |
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I come and go as |
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I please on blockhead |
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MC'sYou bought new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner |
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I'm not the star you are, the city's fallen far |
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By mechanism, you're on my tip |
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Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for years |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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OwIs the world made of plastic?' |
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Cause that's the way is seems, yeah |
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Is the world made of plastic? |
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Is the city buried in dreams? |
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OwIs the world made of plastic?' |
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Cause that's the way is seems, yeah, ow |
