We started, fell apart, then we started it again
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'Cause my heart was still alive so I strived to comprehend
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Why the songs seemed to die, before long the dream complied
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So I tried and I chose, and I rose like the tide
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Long days and nights I put up a strong fight
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Second sight all along made the song come out right
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I varied my style, being wild was my game
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My songs never sound the same, always by the clever name
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Who's got the juice to try to fit inside my shoes?
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Who are you to spit the shit about the kid who's on the loose?
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Go ahead, what I said is that the rest are all dead
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Who's the best? Screw the rest, off my chest and in my head
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Strange, I'll never change, I'm irreversibly deranged
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In the place the pace races in the bass cleff range
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Every night the rhymes I write cause a lightning bolt disaster
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That's the fight of being titled as a funky rhyme master
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From the Dead Town I said I get ahead with my sound
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It's red, are you blind or just stupid as a clown
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Be warned I act calm, but like a bomb or a storm
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I destroy all their toys so the suckers can't form
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If you tore me out before I hit it big with the hook
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Then you're chum I won't become, I'm not as dumb as I look
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But I will still chill with the skill that's gonna kill
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And I build my own guild by givin' people a thrill
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Stop where you are because my car'll plow you over
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Never stuck because my luck is like a four-leaf clover
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Addicted to the habit of the rhyme I gotta have it
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Don't grab it 'cause you can't have it back, silly rabbit
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Everybody's loud in the crowd at the jam
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People bowed all around because I'm proud of who I am
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The next verse will be terse, but said a little faster
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I kick a little quick 'cause I'm a funky rhyme master
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Kick the mechanics of rhythm so I always had people
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smilin' before they came in
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The idiot thought he could kick it with me
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but I told him back off, 'cause he couldn't win
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Rappin' like this is a talent I have that I
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use for the pleasure of all of my friends
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The posse is large I'm the one that's in charge
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and I keep the place jumpin' on through to the end
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No one's exactly like me so I do what I do like it is
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'cause I am who I am
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Imitate me and they laugh at the punk and they
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kick him off stage at the musical jam
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Suckers who try to keep me off the records all
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think that I am such a musical bastard
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Think what you want, I know what I am
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I'm funkier now, I'm a lyrical master
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So did you like what I did with the mic? Now I'm psyched
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Tore the lid off the kid who denied it that he liked
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How I stole the show, with my magical control
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Of the room with my sonic bass boom in my soul
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Bass is the case that controls the rat race
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Of the industry that makes us deface the whole place
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Like a monster on the prowl the bassline is gonna growl
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People howl like an owl, I'll never throw in the towel
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What's the magic word, now it's totally absurd
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A nut didn't like my cut so he flipped me the bird
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If you missed how I dissed the sucker let me just say
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That he remained in pain for the remainder of the day
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Now I'm on top I won't stop till I drop
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But I have to 'cause I'm after this dude who called the cops
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And when I catch him, you betcha that his face is mince meat
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'Cause the dude was so rude to try to stop the beat
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Chillin' on a roll I fly right through the toll
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I stole your soul with my lyrical control
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So if you don't wish to end up like a stiff
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Keep a stiff upper lip and then skip the riff
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Big shot is what you gotta think you are
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Face the facts you're just wack you're never gonna go far
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You're gonna lose 'cause you choose to take a cruise for a bruise
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And you refuse to pay respect so you're gonna pay your dues
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Trust me, you're busted, you're rotten through and rusted
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You're loud, you act proud, and the crowd'll leave you dusted
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It's people like you that give the biz a bad name
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You think you're cool when you make your own rules to the game
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Devo Spice rocks the mic, cold as ice, every night
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Sudden Death backs me up so I cut it up right
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My bassline attacks and always cracks the plaster
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