Austin how you all feeling.
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Like this, Like this.
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It¡¯s the music that grows all the illusion and fears.
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It¡¯s the music that makes the confusion become clear.
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It¡¯s the music that I live, for 18 years.
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It¡¯s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears.
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Not to mention some lifer,
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Did I mention I like her?
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Then the rest of the cipher man it¡¯s not hard to decipher.
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Music gets people hyper,
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Music made me a riper.
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Music made me a fighter.
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Yo man, pass me the lighter.
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It¡¯s the fire that ignites us shinning bright in the sky.
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Look me right in the eye.
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Hey yo kid, you want to fly.
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The why-o, the n-ya, from N.Y. to egg white.
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You cannot deny so why even try.
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My mother sang songs to kids in consentration.
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His mother sang songs inside the cotten plantation.
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Her mother sang songs like we were robbin the nation.
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now I sing songs for much more then an occupation.
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I am the music.
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We are the music.
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I am the music.
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You are the music
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Austin is the music.
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Texas is the music.
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We are the mu-sic.
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Yo I take two steps forward.
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Taking one step back.
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Every time I think I am on track, my life fades to black.
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Now I pick the slack and attack faster then a raptor on crack.
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Feel my knack and just spit it.
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I bet there¡¯s more triplets cuz rap has hit vicious.
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My style is more delicious the eggnog on __________.
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You wish this kid would vanish
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my soul is famished,
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And my spirit needs fitness, that why I flip this.
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Yo so I held back the life and blown and feeling alright
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surprising people cuz I drowned it last night.
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Here I am one more time,
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My rhymes are at your shine.
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I¡¯m ripping over rythems life swimming through time.
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Sit back in unwind,
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Let your brain unravel.
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Slip sliding away like travelin on wet gravel,
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Ain¡¯t no need to battle if need be ya
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Beat Box
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