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Step it up and get with it Step it up and get with it Yo, I'm on my drows, on my P's and Q's and |
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Follow my nose to that pot of gold |
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Leprechauns cry when I roll |
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Follow the leader |
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Got a lot of hotter knowledge to lead you |
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Leave your brain |
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Stimulating with diabolical features |
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Leeches cower in my presence |
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My essence is raw, power leader |
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Microphone is taken system seeing, chalk powder |
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I walk louder, cut even harder |
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And spark ciggas stop, captain universal |
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Moves when you star grippa |
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Dark flipper, you metta |
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I mastered my art |
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Quicker, cause I'm sharp |
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With the tip of my tongue |
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And I walk slicker |
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I make it happen, I, I make it happen |
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I do this in my sleep, wrote this while I was napping |
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Yeah, that nappy, wipe the drool off your face |
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And get a map, and when you reach the top of the hill |
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Contact me for action, that's all I'm asking |
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I'm doing this for my family that had my back |
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Way back before I lost my sanity |
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I'm on my job, on my job |
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Headed towards a mob of so-called artists |
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Pretendin' that they got bars |
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I got bars like jungle gyms, structures in no parks |
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Got bars like cellular factories, fully charged |
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Got bars like a earth, god, blades of grass and they heard |
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Keep it sharp, Eye on me whether it's light or dark |
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Our side, I'm outside, I grew up on the south side |
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Mouth dry, ribs touching, spitting my heart out |
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Playin' my part out, blah blah blah |
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And I don't need no pity party with the \"ha ha ha\"'s |
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We trying to run it down screaming \"Oh La La La\" |
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Hello, I'm on a L-O, yeah \"da da ah\" |
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Got a reputation to uphold, it's on my shoulders |
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As I step and break cracks in the mould |
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And throw boulders, knock pylons over all of you and your colleagues |
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The blogs bleed, see you on the other side |
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Godspeed |
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Let's go |
