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They wanna judge, Class, and tell lies too! |
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Verse 1 |
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Walk in a room with my hands on my side, head raised |
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All this gossip and talking reminds me of my WebPage |
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Y?all people give me headaches, it?s hard to keep my headstraight |
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It?s like trying to go up but held down by deadweight |
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Walk on land, stay interesting |
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9 albums dropped and I can?t play an instrumental a lot of people wanna say I?m cheap as fuck |
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why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts |
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y?all peeps speak too much |
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matter of fact, y?all peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff |
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I ain?t too ashamed |
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I?ll say what?s on my mental |
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Trying to quit my job and make a living off my pencil |
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But sometimes |
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People like to open up their mouth |
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Put their nose in my business, kid y?all need a life |
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Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write |
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I?ve been spreading my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ |
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believe the hype, ah yo I?m dope when I speak on mics |
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and when I smoke, pass the paper I don't need a pipe |
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trust me kid, I?m ending all my nemesis (but class) |
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I?ll cut you off in the middle of your sentences |
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Chorus |
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ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here |
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running his mouth and putting shit in your ear |
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ah damn, and I ain't trying to hear what you?re saying |
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stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertaining |
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ah damn, every time you say my name |
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try to spread lies through the game |
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say what you want I won't change |
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they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too! |
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And you can believe me |
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Because I never lie |
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And I?m always right, so wake up!!! |
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Verse 2 |
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call me a pasty white kid, whatever, I ain't concerned |
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I can't sun tan I?m too hot, I burn |
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and if I drop I?ll return with the status that I left |
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yea this is a game and I?m glad their ain't a ref |
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cause I'll break rules |
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take fools for their money and their fake jewels |
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ah you something?s never change |
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and I put in work more ways then one ask your lady |
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you still wanna talk acting like class is lazy |
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I?m like a bum with no legs, I can't stand working |
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but I'll write through the night till my right hands hurting |
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strike like lightning and kill all the nonsense |
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son just be honest you never were a profit |
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now stop it |
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why you wanna rhyme like you deep now |
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I tried to listen but your putting me to sleep pal |
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I?m flowing better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now |
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impress your female and keep it on the DL, shhhhhh |
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somethings are better unsaid |
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your whole rhyme book is better left unread |
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And I ain't trying to turn this to a battle track |
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But I gotta handle cats, who attempt to battle back |
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Chorus |
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ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here |
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running his mouth and putting shit in your ear |
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ah damn, and I ain't trying to hear what you?re saying |
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stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertaining |
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ah damn, every time you say my name |
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try to spread lies through the game |
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say what you want I won't change |
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they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too! |
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Taking care of business yea without no doubt class |
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Making people understand, What?s going on |
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Making people understand, What?s going on |
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Chorus |
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ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here |
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running his mouth and putting shit in your ear |
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ah damn, and I ain't trying to hear what you?re saying |
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stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertaining |
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ah damn, every time you say my name |
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try to spread lies through the game |
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say what you want I won't change |
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they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too! |
