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Intro: |
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Ha, yah, yah, yah, yah, guess who's back |
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It's me, your man Dae |
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Make sure my mic sound righteous, you know how I like this |
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Ey yo, Marco waddup |
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Let's get it this time, I'm starving' (word) |
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Verse 1: |
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King Daevy The Great, put a steak on his plate |
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We was meant to be together, baby it was no mistake |
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Beyond fate, beyond anger and hate, we crossed paths |
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Now it's like we attached at the waist |
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I'm back in the place, throw a peace sign in your face |
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A b-boy, who may have a 9 in his waist |
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Space cadet, with a tape and cassette |
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The type to tape the hate, if ya' makin' a threat |
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Play it back and just laugh to for a second while it disintegrates |
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I innovate styles, they stretch worldwide and integrate |
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You heard of Dae, I got a murderous way |
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I slay tracks, the main attraction, pissing on Millie Jackson |
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Figure of speech, yo my friggin' release |
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Makes about as much difference as a piss at the beach |
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We got a hundred million rappers now, whatever ya' need |
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Thug, drug, bugged, cyborg, political emceeees |
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Chorus 1: |
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You gotta hear me out, It's what it is now |
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Now matter what you're standin' for, you need to get down |
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Right now, non believers like wow |
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Makin' somethin' outta nothin' all the haters like how |
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MacGyver style, turn black to shine |
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It's your man One Dae yo, I'm back to shine |
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So fresh, a bit different from the rest |
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Bang this up to 10 and feel the funk in your chest (yes) |
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Verse 2: |
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I gotta be outta my gourd |
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So I'mma die by what i live by, thats the sword |
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My word play is like playing with fire |
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Live wire, gettin' amped off hate and desire |
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You hear the choir, I'm comin' like ten thousand chariots |
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Full force, f*ck plain' games I'mma marry it |
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These other rappers on they Marion Barry |
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Smokin' crack at the Marriot with Tara and Sally |
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I'm wearing' hoodies like Evidence and lurkin' in alleys |
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Pumped up, ready to lift ya' like I'm working' at Balleys |
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Can't figure out which way I should write |
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So I don't know if i should get hyped or contrite |
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Did a lot of wrong, but that don't really make it right |
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I popped off more locks than a gang of wild Jamaicans fightin' |
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I'm in the hood like politicians tryin' to get a vote |
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And I ain't got a pot to piss in, but i got some smoke |
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Chorus 2: |
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You gotta hear me out, It's what it is now |
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Now matter what you're standin' for, you need to get down |
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Right now, non believers like wow |
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Makin' somethin' outta nothin' all the haters like how |
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MacGyver style, turn black to shine |
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It's your man One Dae yo, I'm back to shine |
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So fresh, a bit different from the rest |
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Bang this up to 10 and feel the funk in your chest (yes) |
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Verse 3: |
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Since day one, your man stuck to his guns |
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Seen 'em come and go, I'm still here stackin' my ones |
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Seen 'em blow quick and crawl back beggin' for crumbs |
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Tyrin' to hustle, and they're better off bubblin' gum |
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Straight frontin' with a couple jums under they tongue |
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Immaculate slums, mad rappers, half of them suck |
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Come on man, more than half of them suck |
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Eighty five percent sound like they fell a few feet from a mic |
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And someone pressed the red light and said fuck it, he nice |
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Threw the shit in the store and put the kid on the tour |
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He came back with AIDS broke, cause all the f*ckin' was raw |
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They saw Dae, mutha f*cka ya' foul |
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Nah, my duck duck goose bitch dippin' mutha f*cka that foul |
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Got a serious style, but i can still smile wit a scowl |
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I'm higher than all ya'll, give a pound to an owl |
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Yo pardon, i gotta bounce now, I'm movin' my bowels (one) |
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Chorus 3: |
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You gotta hear me out, It's what it is now |
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Now matter what you're standin' for, you need to get down |
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Right now, non believers like wow |
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Makin' somethin' outta nothin' all the haters like how |
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MacGyver style, turn black to shine |
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It's your man One Dae yo, I'm back to shine |
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So fresh, a bit different from the rest |
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Bang this up to 10 and feel the funk in your chest (yes) |
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Yes (yes, yes) |
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Yes yes yes yes |
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Yah yah, nah mean |
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OD, M. Polo.. |
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F*ck you if you homo, keep shit so thorough |
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All five boroughs |
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Worldwide, all seven continents |
