Tonalité : E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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1, 2, 3, spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy
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who gets lucky when he speaks
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Blast with a silver tongue,
chest with an iron lung
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Extra -terrestrial, tentacles alien
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Psychopathic tendencies,
a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone
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then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear,
what's your new might find?
Yourself inside the mind
of the illest of our time
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Get it poppin', hot rockin',
I'm Freddy Krueger, I'm choppin'
I turn it up to eleven,
the demi -gordon of oppin'
The strangest thing, I'm the boss
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when the danger lingers, I'm plottin'
Sweet like a spoonful of sugar,
because I'm merry, like poppin'
A double barrel is cockin',
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a shotgun shell to the noggin'
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I'm coughin' catchy bronchitis,
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you're in your funeral coffin
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No stoppin', blockin' me
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not when I pick the world up,
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I'm squattin'
And when I take from the rich,
I'm in your hood and I'm robbin'
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Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
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Six, six, six, flow, crucify a Catholic
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Maverick, anti -hero, villain,
not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled
when you're sucking on my massive
Who's the fucking illest?
Who's the realest?
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Who's the baddest kid?
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Pulled the police on this beat
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before I damage it
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A kiddy called Screech on the streets,
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I'm a masochist
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So far from reach,
I'm the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion,
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I'm the analyst
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Of metaphors and similes
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and synonyms and alchemists
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Evangelists, spread the words I seek
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like they're cancerous
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Pragmatist, think before I
speak then I answer it
Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it down
the bullets hang and shot
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right into space
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Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
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Call the police and the riot vans,
the people wanna play
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Freedom now, has lost all meaning how
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Can we all be free
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in a hierarchic breeding ground?
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The poor get poor a while,
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the rich get rich in style
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I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the phone,
top of the kingdom I own
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Top of the streets that I roam,
top of the domes
Fitting for Britain I've shown,
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bars like a cellulophone
Hyping like Tyson,
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and I can't go twice in
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Left writing, I'm striking,
like I'm biting, like a python
Ready, I'm heavy,
I'm mercury, I am Freddy
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So eat my words, fill your belly,
like Alphabetty's spaghetti
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I am a rap star,
don't believe me, the facts are
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I spit fast like a mass car,
don't believe me then fuck ya
Ah, shit I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
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Call a medic for myself
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I don't feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong, hit Viking Kong
Ace wonton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things look blurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains
I know that I
Want to spread these tattered wings
Hold them high
Vanish from the heavens
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But I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression
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is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing,
intuition getting wise
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One to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my
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cornea and mind
Look for all the answers
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that I never seem to find
Till then I guess I'm still the illest of our time
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