Yo, check me out right here
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You see, these rappers are unhappy
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With the price of the gold card
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While on this mic I'm like
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Ice in a cold glass
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There's no doubt
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I manhandle a track
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And break this bitch down
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Like Bam Bam with his bat
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You players act pussy
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Like Jessica Rabbit
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I'mma hit you with some shit
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That get ya head in a hammock
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I'm that poet burst
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On that park bench to smoke
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The only Superman that knows
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Clark Kent's a joke
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A fist fuck freedom
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I fight for my right
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To hit the lab with a pad
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And have the time of my life
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You're damn right,
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I been sparkin' up the highs
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Takin' flight in the night
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With my armored butterflies
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But notice I throw bricks
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I'm heaven sent, bro
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It's no shit, my flow's sick
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I represent, so
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Drown in my dreams
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When you look at my eyes
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And just bounce to the beat
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And prove the boogie's alive
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Hey yo, Sydney (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Hey yo, Brissy (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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See, i dream to be
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On TV flashin' my balls
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Throwin' it up for my lads
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Like graff on a wall
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That's right, we gotta maintain
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And struggle through the drama
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And stay on the rise
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Like bubbles in my lager
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But right now
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You better make some way
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For new talent that pretty much
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Covers state to state
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But when it's all said and done
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I'll be riding the back
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Of Uncle Sam gettin' drunk
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With my eyes on his cash
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Why you pursuin' the cash, bro?
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I'm doin' the math flows
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Spittin' more dirty shit
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Than players chewin' tobacco
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Raggin' they glassfuls
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And how they pimp slap hoes
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But I think I'll be less bored
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Watchin grass grow, asshole
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I'm not a new face
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I know this record shit's
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A big loot race
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They asked to see my tour budget
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I held up my shoelace
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You could only afford two plane tickets
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And some toothpaste
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Hey yo, Eso, help me
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Shove Izm in my suitcase
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Hey yo, Melbourne (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Adelaide, (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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So you got the first record
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At the hip hop store
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Yeah, that shit was fresh
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Man, but this is sophomore
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(aw yeah)
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And I ain't even gotta ask
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If you feel us
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You know that Bliss N Eso throws
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The illest bash in the village
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Oh you know, bro
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It's those nutty loco kids
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Get the crowd bouncin' like
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A sea of cats on pogo sticks
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We on that next level
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Droppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane
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2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane
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My lab was built great
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Plush leather couches and silk drapes
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Try furniture made out of planks
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Of wooden milk crates
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We both underground blokes
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Spittin' profound quotes
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Sippin' the local lager
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Mingling with the town folk
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Just two white boys
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And a half Arab man
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Travel the land in an
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Old busted thrash caravan
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See, hip hop finds us
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When we feel all lost
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So we gon' ride this motherfucker
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'til the wheels fall off
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Hey yo, Perth (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Hey yo, Tassie (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Hey yo, Canberra (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Byron Bay, (what what)
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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To the rest of the land
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight
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Your style is mad tight [x8]
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Mad Tight
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| Bliss N Eso |
