[Intro:]
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Alright! Whassup my nigga?
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You say your name is John?
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[Joell Ortiz:]
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Joell Ortiz
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Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
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I know what you gon' ask
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I got you, don't even stress it
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No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
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So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
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We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
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Blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift
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I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
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Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
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I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks
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When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
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And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniff
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But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)
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I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
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Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
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Motherfucker sometimes I cry when when I think and
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Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)
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It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
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I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
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Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
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If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture
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If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
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If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
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I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
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Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
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The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
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All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
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Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
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So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid
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Made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin
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Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?"
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I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
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Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas
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When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
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And all y'all ask about is Aftermath a¢æ¡° motherfucker move on!
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Move on...
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Move on...
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Move on...
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[Joe Budden:]
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L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview
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Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)
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Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)
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You can't go beyond what there's no limit to
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If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's bein revived
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And that comes from me being inside
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Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye
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If I'm anemic here's why, come from hearin and seein ve-nomous lies (oh!)
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So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear
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Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near
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And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear
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Rest in peace, do as you care, nigga yeah!
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I'm on another label, not that other label
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That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
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Some say it's a conspirac'
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I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir
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Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'm a think you SHEEP
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Or you must not know I'm DEEP!
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I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week
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Me? I just got my lil' man every week
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Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)
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Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)
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Ask me about swag - I'm a change the topic
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To lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag
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I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with
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They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it
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I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton
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Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button
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And stop usin slang just for you to be cool
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Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you
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I'm a hero (nah) no I mean I'm here oh
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For heroes, y'all chase zeroes
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Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero
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They played DeNiro, never been there though
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So before your next thought, understand
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Know it's MUCH more to me than the man
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Either that or move on
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Yeah, move on
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Keep out trouble (ya mean?)
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Good around here
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Muh'fucker move on
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Don't ask me 'bout no old shit
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No choice, either that, or you could move on
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It's, it's (mic check one-two one-two)
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J to the O! |