[CHORUS:]
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"Where they at? Where they at, c'mon (x 5)"
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From the bottom of my heart
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I must declaim
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the deranged mind state.
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I find hate surrounding me,
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so I clown a G,
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and his rebuttal is
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"Cas stop bein' a ass,"
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It makes me think
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what'll ever stop the angry
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when they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
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They're aware I'll bang 'em
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because of examples
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I have made out of humans
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doom when they toy with my thought train,
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they're caught plain and simple,
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but some will attempt to pull jammies
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so I slam with these,
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ram these, all into his jaw,
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and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,
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'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,
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my pen enlightens the page I puncture
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my rage is brunt to show you
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what flow too through hard times
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and times when my pen
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is my only friend,
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I'm lonely
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then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,
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and I hope this busi-ness pays well,
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cause its fly to me
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but not worth the anxi-e-ty,
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I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,
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so the man see his full potential,
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with them phrases
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get you into dazes,
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praise this overlordian
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who got shit for the naughty men,
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here we go-
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[CHORUS:]
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"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)"
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Hut. Hut. Hike.
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I strike like angry employees
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It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these.
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Please stop drop and roll a spliff
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lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped
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then I stomp 'em like a brush fire
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'cause I get much flyer
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even in the clutch
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I adjust and bust skills
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with negative frills,
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still no one will let me look
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that we give too to the public
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still we're lovin it
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how you're dubbin shit
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on the DL,
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you got the newest shit,
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but I can do this shit
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and I'm gonna have a fit if you don't quit
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'cause you don't get props,
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so get stops, it annoys me
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when boys be postin' and boastin'
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about the noise we enjoys, gee
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whillickers, still I serves
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my speech to reach you
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and beat a new adversary
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who had me very frustrated
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so I must fade it, invaded,
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plus waited for the attack,
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but I'm fortified with the proper equipment
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to rip shit. Yo, troops we flips it.
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[CHORUS:]
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"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon."
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Where They At?
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