[Intro:]
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You see, what-what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise
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Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself
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That music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control
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And uh, when I'm in the grips of it,
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I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain
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Either physically or emotionally,
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Do you understand what I'm talking about?
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Have you, have you ever felt like that?
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When you just, when you just...
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You couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either
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Aye man, I appreciate the love you know but y'all need to back up man
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Yo, I don't want them to shut us down, you know?
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Y'all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam
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Oh that's how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last
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[Hook:]
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I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know
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You got problems, see me at my show
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Good luck getting through the front door
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'Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe 'em
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About to bring it back home, back home, back home
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[Verse 1:]
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My stomach rumbling but I been fed already
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I'm seeing 2010 but my vision 20-20
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And people question am I'm spitting or not
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Nothing to lose, I don't gotta prove diddly squat
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This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby
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Thinking I'm high grade, fuck you, pay me
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And now I'm passive, don't wanna be cursing
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But you made up man, don't wanna be person
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Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons
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We riding to the death, we gonna need hearses
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Top spot, got my eye on that, I got the first on deck like the try-on track
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'Cause I bomb so atomic, I'm putting my fam on
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Till the whole room spinning, I'm gonna vomit
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Motion sickness, too many moves made, get off my Kool-Aid player, I rock
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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I ain't trying to do the humpty dance
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I'm a rock star, give me drunkee fans
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And you ask why I rock out and shout shit
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Too much power, not enough outlets
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Me and Mace King go back like Forrest and Bubba
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Though we ain't brothers, got it? What he say? Man I'm on it
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Kane got a blade like clock work orange
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Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces
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They don't drop jewels, they drop money and Jew cases
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Come on son, who's time are you wasting?
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Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet, you don't move me one Iota
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You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda
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You bumping to a dime or you die just to know her?
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But she's a fan, she's dying to come over little soldier
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[Hook]
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More lyrics:
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All about Laws:
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Wall To Wall
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Laws |