I should of seen it coming
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Ain't no way out
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I can't live it down
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I'm all caught up in this game called rap
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Let's see now
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I began back in eighty-eight
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The Osbourne days
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(?)
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Beat boxin'
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Now I'm gettin' paid
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It's more critical
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The shit is gettin' life threatenin'
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I can't calm my nerves
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Without talkin' to Smith and Wesson
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These trauma's of life
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Leave me stuck in the daze
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Am I the outbreed
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Just because my mind state
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Take on the big leagues
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I'm dealin' with these headhunta's
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Don't give a damn of where you come from
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Or where you goin', sucka
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So I'll work the grave shift
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To keep my head on tight
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Stayin' out of sight
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And dodgin' all these would-be fights
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From these jealous ol' fools
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Who ain't got much to live for
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Take me out
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They got life, without parole
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And I'm dead and gone
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Six feet, with nothing in hand
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Just the outbreed
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Back from the dead, man
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No way out
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Life and death
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Situations occur everyday
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My mind's a blur
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My whole life's a bad set-up
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Nothing to let up, so I'm on my way
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I stop and think
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Who's going to stereo type today
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I roam the streets so many times
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That I call it my home
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I chill with thugs and hoods
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Never seen alone
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I gotta do what I gotta do
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Fearin' no stranger
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Label me danger
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Packin' no thing with an empty trigger finger
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Now you can label me the outbreed
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My mind speaks the ghetto 'til I die
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So, who's next, please
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Holdin' my own
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So come and try me
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I can't lose
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Leathal inject of rap skills infect you
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This ain't no front
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Never leavin' from the hood that I came
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It's all good, icein' it up
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Rackin' my brain
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The master plan is gettin' paid
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That's what you think
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It ain't that easy
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But the thought does tickle me pink
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My mind's the puzzle of a time bomb
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Kinda clever
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Stressin' me out over nothin'
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Come on, let's put it together
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Detroit is the city
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Where my roots will always bleed
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Keepin' my distance from you sucka's
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Call me the outbreed
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No way out
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Life and death
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Situations occur everyday
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My mind's a blur
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Somebody spark up the incense
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My nerves are shot
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From dealin' with these attitudes
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Everyday is hard to live
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So tell me what I'm suppose to do
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Survivin' the game
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It's simple and plain
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I grew up on the darkside
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The eastside of D-town
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Portrait of the high time
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Where crime is a common
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Everyday factor
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Smoke from the barrel
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Like a nuclear reactor
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You gotta go with the flow
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Or you'll drown in the way
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That's all my pops
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Bed of roses on his early grave
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Can you save
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The intercity used from destruction
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The violence and crime rate
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It just an introduction
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Future's dim for the outbreed
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It sees no color, no fate
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It's invisible as the air we breathe
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You think you're innocent
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Your ways are untouched
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Born with mortal sin
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And you think that that's enough
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Trying to find the key to your heart
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To unleash the love and trust
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And make us start
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At the good life
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But is there something good in life
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Problems of the world
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Fingerin' my mind at night
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Wrong or right
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I give and take whatever I need
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Nothing to lose
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I guess I'm just the outbreed
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No way out
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Life and death
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Situations occur everyday
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My mind's a blur
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Outbreed
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