Lone... lone
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Walking through this world alone
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Walking through this world alone
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Soul Position
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Walking through this world alone
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Blueprint, RJD2
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[Chorus]
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Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
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This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
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Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
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This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
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Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control!
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[Blueprint] * Verse 1
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Yo... homeboy you got a wack hustle
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I heard your raps they lack muscle
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I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle
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So them boys in blue and black can bust you
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Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you
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You call my name you ask for trouble
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Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled
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Get who you gotta get, get your fam
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Ladies if you're beffin', get your man!
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Beef turn print to a different man
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So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan
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I have you making co-payments on some eyewear
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You got me wrong I only act like I care!
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I used to be a substitute teacher's worst nightmare
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A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare
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Skipping study hall so I can play ball
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Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm
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Ain't nothing changed, it's still on
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Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song
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It's only right
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I don't play with life - so I don't play with mics!
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[Chorus]
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Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
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This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
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Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
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This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
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Alone... walking through this world alone
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Walking through this world alone (ha-ha)
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Walking through this world alone (one more time)
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[Blueprint] * Verse 2
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Yo, rap is not real
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I don't care what they told you
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Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth
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I'm a grown man I'm not here to joke with you
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I came to win it all and take back what's overdue
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It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops
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It might mean I gotta ** broke it in two!
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With a broken tooth runnin' back home
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Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you
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I'm old school, I know life ain't fair
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In most days I feel like it's too much trouble to care
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I used to walk to the cornerstore with nothin' hair
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Pockets full of foodstamps and didn't care if you stared
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To understand me you had to be there
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To understand pain you had to see welfare
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A living in inner city in hell and still there
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Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair
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I know you feel me if you do say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!
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I know you feel me if you DO say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!
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[Chorus]
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Walking through this world alone
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Ain't looking for a lover
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Walking through this world alone
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Just looking for home
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Mic Control
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