[Verse 1: Suffa]
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He got me so mad, I'll jump through the buckle, I'll
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Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle. I
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Don¡¯t give a fuck, if I can¡¯t see cut my eyelids wide open like the (wings of a butterfly)
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I'll sing for my supper, I
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Dance round the ring and run rings round these other guys
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When it¡¯s crunch time, I won¡¯t be undermined
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But won't throw a punch, I'm talking about fucking rhyme
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High jab with another line
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Mouth-guard in, but I still got my tongue in my cheek
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My speech so unrefined, make my own mother cry
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'He ain't no son of mine', ain't no alumni
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Can tell by the way I say alumni
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So for crushers starters, step down, left hands sing you lullabies
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With machetes to your butter knives, hell I¡¯m ready cause them bloody eyes
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The window to your soul, and bro, I¡¯m pulling down your shutters
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[Hook: Dan Sultan]
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I¡¯ve never been scared of life, won't watch it pass me by in my bed
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And I¡¯ve never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
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And tell me you might step bout the by to by [?]
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And we can watch the whole world crumble
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Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
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Young man, rumble!
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Rumble...
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[Verse 2: Pressure]
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You sing out the masses
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Each round of clashes
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Every swing down of damage
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Brings out the savage
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The ring sounds, I¡¯m cling bound and bandaged
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What brings round, only thing stings now's the madness
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Got me on the rope, it's gone beyond a joke
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Corner a lion, no law of confinement will stop me from your throat
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Provoking the beast my blood boils
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The notion of peace in such toil
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Is the face of hopeless defeat
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Shrug off a glance, switch stance, throw one in advance
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Succumb to the dance, romance, the blood on our hands
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Rappers tryna throw but bro
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These hacks ain't fighting toe to toe
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It ain¡¯t for lack of trying, it¡¯s that they die and won¡¯t let go
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It takes a particular touch
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The way to deliver a punch
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If the game isn¡¯t vicious enough
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Then we play to the haters, ain't giving it up
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Let ¡®em come, let ¡®em fall down now
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Said it once, said it all round town
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Get ¡®em done, De La gonna get em hung
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When I come better run
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Better haul ass out!
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[Hook: Dan Sultan]
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I¡¯ve never been scared of life, won't watch it pass me by in my bed
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And I¡¯ve never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
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And tell me you might step bout the by to by [?]
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And we can watch the whole world crumble
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Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
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Young man, rumble!
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Lets go, Lets go, Lets go!
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[Hook: Dan Sultan]
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I¡¯ve never been scared of life, so watch them pass by from my friend [?]
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And I¡¯ve never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
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And tell me you might step bout the by to by [?]
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And we can watch the whole world crumble
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Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
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Young man, rumble!
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Rumble...
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Bouncing on my toes like
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Lets go, Lets go, Lets go!
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Rumble, Young Man, Rumble.
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