[Verse 1 - Drapht:]
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Define me like a lion defines a whole jungle
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Definition of street and humble
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Like Bruce Lee in Rumble in the Bronx
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Summoned to the tops like we just stumbled across
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Rapunzel's locks ahh, whatever Barney Gumble gots
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I want it, Plutonic blaze, hitting harder than bubonic
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Plague a convict, confiscate
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Record to take the weight off like Fonda's tapes
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Everyone's like Charlie Chapplin
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And Tom Cruise is acting like Michael Jackson
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It's crazy, maybe the global warming
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Or maybe, just the famous are falling
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Call me Pauly Polter, roll in a six
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White like a polar bear stare a solar eclipse
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Kick the goal like kids switch kick flipping the rock and roll
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On top of the bowl, that's control
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[Hook - All:]
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It's Obese, here to leave impressions
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Beathedz, bring the heat relentless
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Crooked eye, bout to speak the essence
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"I came too far not to be respected"
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[Verse 2 - Illy:]
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Before I leave, I'm setting benchmarks each release
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Rock, debut drop retiree and every disc between
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And I'm a be seen with at least one Veronica sitting on a beach
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Sipping something sweet, somewhere in the tropics
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Fat wallet in my deep pockets
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For now I got no cash, no smash hit
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Just dash and tip the next shit, no slash, no Asterix
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When the champagne bottles pop, victory cigars lit
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I'll leave my classics and an arse to kiss
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You believe the cheek of this kid?
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Believing nobody out equal this except a few at the top
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Before he hit the door, I thought I'd drop a send off fit for a boss
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I'm on a track with Pegz, so that's one less task left
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On my list to address, before I leave
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - Patto:]
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Before I leave, I want a house with no lease
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And bed down with a fatter momma than obese
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Drunk in the streets, running a muck
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Junk hanging out the front like a Peking duck
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Pump mad weights, get large as hell
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So I can hang around with pussy like Gargamle
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From getting blow once a year like a birthday candle
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To getting more chicks than Heffner can handle
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Moved from Coburg to Coburg North
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From a bedroom house, to a house with a porch
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Get mad rich, make a smash hit song
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And be the first in the charts that won't feature Akon
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Go triple plat with best rap tune
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Collect my award in an Adidas bapsuit
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It it's all bad and my plan turns shitty
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At least they can say that he rocked burn city
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4 - Pegz:]
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Yeah
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I thought I knew the difference, between the music business
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And gay rappers break dancing on Euro Vision
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But who will listen to somebody with a shoe addiction?
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Living with their mums, talking about their crew is pimping
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Spinal tap with laptops and final scratch
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This is for my real DJ's bringing the vinyl back
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On a diamond back, with a biker's patch
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20 inch biceps, covered in tribal tats
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Chasing hits like a junkie ho
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One dole day, walking down Studley Road
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Got a beautiful mind and a heart of gold
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But you don't want to push me around like Russell Crowe
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Not a role model, Godfather that's not me
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If I touch a few souls that's extraordinary
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But all I want is respect, before I leave
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Paying homage to the New York streets
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Come on
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[Hook]
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Before I Leave
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| Illy |
