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| Yo, word up, im talkin to you
Makin dope rhymes, thats what i do
Like a madman, you know im bad, man
I slam, a good goddamn
Well I've been burned so goddamn badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead ill make a fist, yeah
And make my own good news yeah
Take my advice
Youll pay the price
Make it funky like this
Good god
Damn
I drop the silver bull like
Yo, what else is dissin me
Thats right, its pissin me off
Rock me baby? what?
You dont mean that crap
What the hell, if it sells
Damn, youre a sham,
No thank you, maam
Bitch
Oh, i get burned badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead ill make a fist, yeah
Make my own good news, yeah
Take my advice
Youll pay the price
Make it funky like this
Good goddamn
I tell you what
Alles klar
Uh
And the nightmare of publicity begins
this is the time you find who are your true friends
I drain my brain to be original
Build character, aboriginal
American music what I grew in to
To my detractors... fuck you!
I said we fear no evolution
Stand up musical revolution
Follow me now
When I say we can never stop
And we never give
Air
'Cause this is how we breathe and live
And some of them whine, and some of them bitch
They cannot do it there, we never switch
We do it for ourselves, we do it for you
If you don't like it, well, I hope you do
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