[Intro:] This is one of those songs you can clap along too...
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[Slug]
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Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap
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Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat
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He lies, but only when there's a reason
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Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
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Poor at handling and managing income
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Got enough love to pass around and then some
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Been done, that there a name you can trust
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Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush
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Good with pets, and rips up sets
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Put the show in biz, try to give what you get
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When you let him run free with the thought
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Pull the line in, try to see what you caught
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I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great
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I Went back to the lab and began to mutate
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Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name
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Ain't a damn thing changed
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But if you like surprises, I know of a party
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Where they all dance around to your heart beat
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Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws
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Lets put a face on this common cause
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[chorus:]
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And he said some got pencils and some got guns
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Some know how to stand and some of them run
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We don't get along, but we sing the same song
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Party for the fight to write, and write on
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Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
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Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
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With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
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Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs
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This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
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We can all get some, and we can give some back
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And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise
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So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys
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As a child Hip Hop made me read books,
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And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook
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And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say
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And all I took in return is a second look
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Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there
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Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care
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The circle of life trying to make it square condition
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And self sit still
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And Still.. where have all the sheep gone
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Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on
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John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party
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[chorus]
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And if I spent anymore time inside my head
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I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed
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And if I go another day without eating a meal
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I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real
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And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block
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I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops
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And if I gotta hear that song ever again
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You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend
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They mistake me as happy-go-lucky
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Just another base-head bobbin' nobody
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But from where I stand, they sould like spies
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Fillin' all the children's head with lies
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Well alright, get your money right
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But right now tonight I want you to pick a side
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So when you got your power and you got your chedder
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Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better
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(Bring it on.. he said bring it on right now) [X2]
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Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on
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[chorus X2]
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Party For The Fight To Write
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| Atmosphere |
