Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us
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So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all
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Didn't even leave the broken glass
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Put it all in the van and took it home to stash
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We don't bargain, we throw darts man
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No money, pull honeys at the park jam
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So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage
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Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face
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You hit last place like you didn't know you would
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And caught a bad case like you never over stood
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Damn shame just a waste of track tape
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I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray
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You kittens gotta be kiddin'
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All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten
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Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records
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Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch
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Believe it's time for you to believe it
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Clean out your desk and turn the keys in
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It's termination day for these half wits
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Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket
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You mundane like Sunday traffic
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About as much threat as a wet book of matches
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They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it
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Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic
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Atmos follow with the fear
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Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer
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Get the fuck outta here with your act
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Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back
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Stab it, in your face like what's happening
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The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em'
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Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle
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So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble
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Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle
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So I'ma get dumb this album
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And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome
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Slide past the trash that's hatin'
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Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement
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Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application
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Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin'
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After Satan laughs his ass off
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We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs
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And even there on that assembly line
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I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes
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On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes
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Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake
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And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this
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I don't quit, I never have
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If you step in the act you better be better then that
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You can talk your shit like whatever, dag
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But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh
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You're stealin' now give me back my style
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How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd
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Say it loud, break it down, take em' out
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Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"
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Wooooooheeeeee
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That's what I'm talking about
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Yo Ant
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I wanna holler at some friends
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I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill
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I wanna say what's up to Puck
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Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine
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Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man
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Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One
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Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof
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J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good
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And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan
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Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man
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Let's get these swimming pools!
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YGM
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| Atmosphere |
