It's so simple
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Got a whole list of issues
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Inside of my brain
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Gathered right next to the temple
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Write all my rhymes in pencil
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So I can erase 'em
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The morning after I write them
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I wake up, read them and hate them
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Reliberate them, lay them down
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And made them understand
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Sometimes a rapper sucks
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There's nothing I can do to change them
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Man, it's like I told you before
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You don't listen to me
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So I don't listen no more
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Give me a huge label advance
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And a chance at fame
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And I, I'll sing and dance
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Go right with the grain
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Sponsor soda companies
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Promote with no shame
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Smile, shake hands
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Damn, I love this game
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But just when you think that I'm your best friend
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I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again
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'Til the blood soaks through your sports coat
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And with my Pepsi money, I'ma drink Coke
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You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling
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Ease the pain of the knife
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That's in my fucking back
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Or is that a hose
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They siphon in my spirit, man
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Got to attack
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Counter they blows with blocks
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In the name of all that is not wack
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Kick my fucking system
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Into auto-rap
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White or black, slap your face
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Until your head's not attached
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Rocket blast, feel the slap
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Back of payback hurts
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But I've had to nurse wounds
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That are so much worse
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Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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First, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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Damn skippy
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Fizzing fusing using the brand of raps
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Not currently used in hip hop
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Lips lock, never was part of my agenda
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To bend over and open up my ass cheeks
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So ya'll could dip cock
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On the radar, making other MC's jealous and green
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Like they name was Ralph Nadar
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Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper
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ShouldĄ¯ve just stuck with rock, it would have been much safer
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Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater
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The illest of traders, it's me, Darth Vader
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Nothing can save you peace, I'll see you later
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The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you
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Take you on a little journey through my life
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Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife
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Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd
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But it only getting odder, I never looked to god
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I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined
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And everyone of my lines reflects on times
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That I live in, giving a shit, not me
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Like metal band guitars
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Everyone of my lyrics lately is in drop D
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Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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First, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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Now you can't force a revolution, choosing sides
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Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind
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Use my record like the guide line, for you to follow along
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Speak up and then swallow your tongue
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You're hardcore, I'm hallow core, my blue collar tone
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Working class hero, shit gets piled on
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I really hate all these mother fuckers I smiled on
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I'm lying on a cold table
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But feel like I'm dying on a rope or a cable
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I'm unable to breathe the air through my nasal passage hole
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Masses don't believe me, nobody believes me
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Oh, ya'll think it's easy to move up like Georgia Weasy, excuse me
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First, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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First, I would like to call attention to your verse
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The reason I'm so fucked, but I'm about to burst
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'Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
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And tell while I'm gosh darn tired of it
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Damn skippy
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God Bless Pepsi
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| Weerd Science |
