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[Intro]My name is [rewinds] my name is |
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And we've made a wild and wonderful record for you |
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We will tell you all kinds of things to do and beand you can let your imagination go with us |
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Open up to what we say; this is where the magic starts[Mad Child] |
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Yeah!Underground rapper with the firearm |
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Sick dialogue, words stick like iron-ons |
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Crowd surfin and wrestlin with fansto a burnt out desolate man - guess who |
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I amFlippin bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phone |
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Thought I had it made, switched zip codes |
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Used to get high cause |
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I'd get bored |
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Felt like |
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I was, felt like |
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I wasfelt like |
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I was fallin from a plane, no rip cord |
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Now I'm back and |
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I got nothin to lose |
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Mad Child, |
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I tear it up in the booth |
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Fuck material objects |
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I got serious props |
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Same shit, now |
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I'm dealin with delirious goblins |
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Thought I wanted to be king so |
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I wore a crown |
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Started from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down |
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Not Rockefeller, more like |
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Mr. Cinderella |
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And I'm standin in the rain with a ripped umbrella |
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That's the, that's the |
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That's the nature and the danger of the streets |
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Angel with the piece and the anger of a beast |
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I was goin one way but runnin out of luck |
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So I'm back and |
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I'm grindin like an independent truck |
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I thought of flyin the coop |
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But I'ma stay put and spit fire while |
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I try and recoup[Prevail] |
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Red seed to evergreen, oak tree sequoia |
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Black back peace chief, |
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Battle Axe |
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Warrior(Dagger) in the (Mouth) like a pirate shipand a highly classified nanobyte microchip |
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Scanners fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the passage |
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My mind shifts gears to the literary classics |
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Follow orders, protect the |
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Battle Axe borders, defend the headquarters |
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Beware of sharks who can only swim in shallow waters |
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A beacon of lumins', speak the language of humans |
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A spice trade of words mixed like fresh herbs and cumen |
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You don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) |
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Rick Rubin |
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The spite be comin to me real natural like |
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TrumanCapote, peyote, coyotes and jackals |
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My team is real (Predatory) but we ain't from (Nashville) |
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You callin for us, we are |
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Battle Axe |
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Warriors, defend the fortress |
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Beware of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins[Mad Child] |
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Mad Child steppin on the scene like |
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BatmanGold wings comin out my supreme backpack |
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I'm old school, hardcore like |
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Black Flag |
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Chasin rappers down, |
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I chomp 'em up like |
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Pac-ManBreak you off bitch, |
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I ain't got an off switch |
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Started off underground, head like an ostrich |
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Then I became obnoxiousand started sellin records then |
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I started poppin oxys |
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Shit I was flossin, |
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I can't believe |
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I lost itand everything we stand for |
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Fans felt lost, arms crossed they demand morewhich left me at a standstill |
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Guilt weighin heavy on my mind like an anvil |
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I can't remember a day that |
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I didn't have pills |
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Quit painkillers now |
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I'm only takin |
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Advil (Advil.. Advil..) |