In front of the mic, behind the limelight
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A star so bright shines refined advancement
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Dance with the last man on the face of the earth
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Who did the electric sl-i-i-ide over the verse
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Hands held high, connect the antennas
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Do or die when we fly, face the grimace
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Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast Eddie
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Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em
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Put the Blowed on 'em, roll on 'em
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Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, over me
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Outwardly, inwardly, openly, awkwardly
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Happily, dastardly, tragedy and casualty
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Same story same flight
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Where they put yo' body same strip same spot, same endin
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Same car, same engine, same tension brewin
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Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin?
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You done enough it's not enough, act two
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I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to crack you
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Nonchalant, idiot savant no comp
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Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies
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Kick the box, light these M-80's
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Ladies grab your babies, run for safety
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I don't think it may be a, good idea to stand here
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You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to land here
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Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring mayhem
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Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
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Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
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Obviously, oblivious, frontin snobby
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Heat to the Mojave, heat to the robbery
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Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother probably
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Taxpayers killed the mayor, and the senator
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Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister
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Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill
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The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields
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Smoke inhalation, no ventilation
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No fire station, no assimilation
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Minus the heroes and plaques memorial sites
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become burial sites, from high aerial flights
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Hover over David Blaine, I'm here to save the game
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Fifty-two pick-up witcha brain
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Alone lies the man on the track
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Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards
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Fallin face flat, still spittin at you
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Still gettin at you, they're all laughin at you
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My greatest gift of all was the ability to fall
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Get back up and fall, get back up and fall
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Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and brawl
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And make 'em lick the balls
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Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it
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Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit
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Rock shit, roll shit, control shit
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Hold shit down 'til we slow on some old shit
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I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect
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Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
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Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm about
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Run the route, bring water to the drought
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When all else fails on the trails of love
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Hate becomes judged, happiness won't budge
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Wickedness does just as wickedness does
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And I'm just gettin a buzz, I'm sayin it just because I can
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Just because I am a man
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With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks embedded
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But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it
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The evil in your heart is, misery's home
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Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
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I defuse the bomb but just for a moment
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And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst opponent
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The first ones on it, the last to leave
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All my, trash is treasure, that's how it's perceived
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At the end of my spin when the heights achieved
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I'ma leave with a bang like how I was conceived
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There's thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve
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BUT NO!!! FUCK THAT!!
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Takeoff
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