One little, two little, three little indie rap
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Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all...
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It goes watch out!
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Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
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Peace to Jack tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers
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My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
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Instead I got an army full of women screaming Headshots!
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I guess that explains it, don't it
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She started to make a mark but it came apart
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That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter
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Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter
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What the fuck you thinkin'!?
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You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?
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Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
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Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
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Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
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Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs
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Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
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Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod
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Watch out!
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When the crowd gets loud
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It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down
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Watch out!
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When you open up your mouth
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I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about
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(It goes) Watch out!
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We all love a clown
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But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground
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Watch out!
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If you don't like the sound
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Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
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Cars drive by with the booming system
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I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous
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And nowadays, every body's biting Tupac
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So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk
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Besides police, I've got no beef
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Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth
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A cargo van and some Ant beets
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Enough rap to slap you to last week
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Caught between the vice and the advice
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Drunk, walking out in traffic just to fly kites
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Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights
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Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
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And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick
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Like you did as a teenage slut trick
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And with a mat on his grill, he asks "Who the fuck are you?"
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Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too
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[Chorus]
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Look, I understand your hate
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When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
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Then he started making records for the girls and shit
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So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away
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I stole moves from KRS-One
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A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run
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And then we took our life and made it a song
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And look, nowadays Rhymesayers is on
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It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N
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He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?
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For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?
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I got at least one more tool with me
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So criticize me, or idolize me
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Study from a distance or stand right beside me
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It don't matter, just act like I know
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And watch your back on the beat
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Or get sacked at the free-throw
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[Chorus]
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Watch Out
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Atmosphere |