I hate my job so I always look to a better day//
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Far from New York city on a tropical getaway//
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But not in Miami//
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'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me//
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That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy//
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After this racist latinos will god damn me//
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But my black people love me//
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And when i go to South America people try to hug me
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Cause I talk about reality that effects them//
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And even though I blew up I could never neglect them//
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What kind of revolutionary action would that be//
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I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee//
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But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts//
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Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack//
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I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped//
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And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back//
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Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt//
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Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats//
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I kill kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart//
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Spit on your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark//
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I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart//
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My vacation just started I'm out to the Caribbean//
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Swimming in dominican women the colour of cinnamon//
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You motherfuckers wish you had the life style I'm living in//
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[East coast to west coast and everything stuck in between//
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This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams//
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This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems//
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But I'ma make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]
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X2
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Getaway
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