[Verse 1:]
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So good things comes for those wait, sure
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I've waited about pop pop pop pop
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That's four cousins shot
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I got grudges, let's discust this
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My music needs no touch ups
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I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me
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You don't know who has this weight of mine,
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Or a life as hard as mine
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I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind
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Whatever you wanna call it is fine,
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But just listen
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And don't prejudge
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I don't want anyone dissmissin' me as another thug or some shit like that
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No sir, if I fall I will get right back
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I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue
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And tell you straight forward, I'm poor
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A refugee been in prisson and survived the war
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I come from the most dangerous city in this universe
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You're likely to get shot at birth
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So how could rap quench my thirst? !
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I don't even hear verses no more!
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I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
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I don't see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
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Fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive!
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[Chorus:]
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And if rap gets jealous
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'cause I rock heavy
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It don't worry me if motherfuckers don't get it
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Yo if rap gets jealous
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'cause of where I'm headed
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I used to be public enemy, don't forget it
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And if rap gets jealous, 'cause rock heavy
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It don't worry me if motherfuckers don't get it
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Yo if rap gets jealous
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'cause of where I'm headed
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Aggression! Obsession! With pain! Live a game!
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[Verse 2:]
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So yeah
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Basically I gotta realease, occasionaly
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I gotta let you know what's goin' on with me
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And facing me, 'are some tough choices
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I got a good side and bad side, inside my head
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I hear screams and loud voices
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And I can't lie I ain't got shit, I ain't got to brag,
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I'm hard pressed for some cash to send to my I'll dad
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You're so superficial?, of course it's for shizzle?
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Now my choice is to piss on you, boy
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'Cause my mission is the world
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To know, my name, my aim, is plainly success
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But I still gotta come fresh!
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So how could rap quench my thirst? !
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I don't even hear verses no more!
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I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
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I don't see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
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Fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive!
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[Chorus]
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That's what it is, it's pain, you know what I'm saying?
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I don't know man it's like
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You spend years developing your artistry
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Know what I'm sayin'? Perfecting your skills
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Yeah, you can't do shit with it,
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That has gotta be Fucked up!, know what I'm sayin'?
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That's gotta be Fucked up, you know
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Just imagine like, imagine you build a Fuckin' castle
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And you can't live in it, That's what it is
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You can't live it, you know
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And you got problems, you got family
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I got family, moment of truth right?
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And I still gotta come fresh!
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So how could rap quench my thirst? !
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I don't even hear verses no more!
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I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses!
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I don't see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses!
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Fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive!
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[Chorus x2]
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And if rap gets jealous, 'cause rock heavy
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It don't worry me if motherfuckers don't get it
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Yo if rap gets jealous
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'cause of where I'm headed
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Aggression! Obsession! With pain! Live a game!
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If Rap Gets Jealous
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| K'naan |
