Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I
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stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
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That That be scattering
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Over the global my vocals be traveling
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un raveling my abdomen
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It's slime that's babbling
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grammatics that are masculine
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I grab the men, verbally badgering broads
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I wish that Madeline was
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back on Video LP
I went against all odds and
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got a even Steven
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Proceed to read and not believing
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everything I'm reading
But my brain was bleeding,
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needing feeding and exercise
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I didn't seek the best of buys,
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it's a lie to textualize
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I analyze where I rest my eyes
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And chastise the best of guys
with punchlines
I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time
For For your mind like one time
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If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine
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Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined Confined in once-mines on
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on dumb rhymes I combine
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I'm hype like I'm unsigned,
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my diet I un-swine
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Eating Eating beef sometimes,
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I try to cut back on that shit
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This rap shit is truly outta control
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My style is too developed to be arrested
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It's the freestyle,
so now it's out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in
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a holding cell so I would sell
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I bonded with a break and had
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enough to make bail
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A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury
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I asked No for his ID and the judge
thought there was two of me
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Motion for a recess to
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retest my fingerprints
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They relinquished Sense, cause I was guilty in a sense
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Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike
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when in dim light
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I use insight to enlight devices
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hit the skin tight
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Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe,
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imagination's in flight
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I send light, like Ben's kite
I've been bright
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Get open like on gym nights and in
fights I send rights
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Don't hook with skins my friends like
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I spend nights up in dykes
In spite, I've been indicted
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as a freak of all trades
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I got it made
I bathe in bass lines,
rinse in riffs, dry in drums
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Come from a tribe of bums
hooked on Negro and mums
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Had to halt with the malt liquor
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Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas,
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now my speech and thoughts quicker
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Cruising Southside streets with
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no heat and no sticker
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UAC got my back and we
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don't get no thicker
UAC got my back and we
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don't get no thicker
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UAC got my back and we don't,
now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho nigga,
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ain't scared of no nigga
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But it's my turn to go I gotta go
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And I'm gone with the storm
Outro 1
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