yo, we about to twist this shit up right here
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(as we cross over into a new millennium)
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it might be too strong for some
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so I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up
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(see what I'm saying?)
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where you gonna hide?
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rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?
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its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit
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not dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleep
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Pencil pushin' plutos, motherfuck critiques
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no defeat, complete, never sleep 'n never will
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and just like "the real", I've entered my time to kill
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climbing the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt
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cause if I dug my own grave I can dig myself out
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come on, come on
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check it- check it- check it
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takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers
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seperating family from those phony money makers
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papers stuffed, rolled, and laced with a lesson
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vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confession
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end of session blessin' first impressions stressin' thinking twice
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and blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice
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so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings
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but i can stand on my own, I don't need strings
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I'm not fuckin' splitt
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I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning
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bringing on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing
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I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing
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splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
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I'm comin' out swingin'
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I've told so many lies, built too many walls
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broken too many hearts, shed too many tears
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burned too many bridges, taken too many falls
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buried too many friends, I've buried too many fears
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shit's pumpin', body's are jumpin'
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waiting for something or somebody
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up in the party to get the head bumpin'
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split it up- hit it up- but get it up
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while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up
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from the drum traks- guitar strum and high strung
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and fine tuned- the time is too soon so let it hum
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from the power lung, the time come to make it happen
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over the bother some bitches who want to jack it up
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track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up
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dope shit all over the table you gotta lick it up
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(chorus)
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I'm comin' out swingin'- I'm comin' out swingin'
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I'm comin' out- I'm comin' out, motherfucker..ha ha ha..
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Splitt
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family fueds and family ties
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now you can sew them up but i see through your eyes
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through the surface and through the lies
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and through your ability to hypnotize
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now the road has splitt and i can see no ends
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I've got angel's wings mixed with plastic friends
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I got two paths to choose and I can't decide
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too little, too late, two worlds divide
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our worlds divide
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so better choose your side
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splitt- and out worlds divide
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Splitt (Comin' Out Swingin')
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| Reveille |
