Baby Boy's got a bad attitude
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and he'd like to tell you where you've fallen short.
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Elite or insecure... you tell me.
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Rome is gonna burn
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With the fury of a God.
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This six string dynamite will ignite
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A revolution.
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These notes are not frequencies
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These words are not poetry...
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Listen up Boy
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We've got the new noise.
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We'll share it with you,
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But you make the choice...
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Elite or insecure?
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How can we know for sure?
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We'll throw him overboard...
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Just let him drown.
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Baby Boy's got a bad attitude
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And he'd like to tell you where you've fallen short.
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Elite or insecure... you tell me.
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Open your eyes; Why cant you see
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What it is that inspires me?
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Shed the burden of this visage;
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Take off the mask, ignore the mirage...
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Do not listen, you are your own.
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Follow your own path, reap what you sow.
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Nero's fingertips, like a noose around the neck,
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nimbly dancing until rubble is all that's left.
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Thumbs down for you, gladiator, your black grown flooding Hades.
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Marching down, step by step, a faux facade parade.
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Baby boy, you've got to go...
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(Elite or insecure)
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Baby boy, you know there's nothing to see
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So listen up, hear me out, and face the reality
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That you don't know me;
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You think that you own me;
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I don't care about a single thing
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That you show me.
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Everyone knows
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They should be watching their toes
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When the names start droppin'
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And your ego show shows
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So give up now, before it's too late;
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Just turn and leave, while you can still save face
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Boy, You Better Save Face
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A Girl A Gun A Ghost |