[Hook:]
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Most of ya'll all sound the same
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With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
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Don't you know it's about to change?
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What are you so afraid of?
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The MC, master of ceremonies
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My pen be faster, how dare you phonies?
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That tempt me run back and tell ya cronies
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How I gently mack the tenderonies (woo)
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The DJ, the crowd motivator (uh huh)
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We don't cross-over we cross faders
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Outrageous, divine motion
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Record scratchin me calamine lotion
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B-Boys high as your hands reach (uh huh)
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Bombed them with two aerosol cans each
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This for the future, past, and the present
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I'm takin this rap thing back to the essence
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[Hook (x2)]
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I rip out your tonsil now you feelin it
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Hip hop is dead, you responsible for killin' it
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I've been sent to avenge the death
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Breath life into the game defend what's left
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They remind me of you, minus the deal (deal)
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You remind me of me, minus the skill
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Every new week comes a song
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Til the next one hit wonder comes along
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Ya video is on 106 and TRL? (uh huh)
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Does that mean that your shit gon' sell? (uh uh)
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Honestly this joint prolly won't top the charts (nah)
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Cuz I ain't all up in the club and I ain't bout to start
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[Hook (x2)]
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Radio suckas neva play me
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It's all good ya'll don't pay me
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Even though I wanna cash in
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Rather have loyalty to Jin
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Than royalties for spins
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Sell ya soul for joints and jams
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Til you fall off and dissapoint ya fans
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They'll let you know the minute you forget
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You in it for the check or you in it for respect
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I'm tryin to get both and not fail to connect
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With each one of ya'll so my sales are direct
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And me not tryin to sound all righteous
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I know a lot of ya'll got a feel just like this
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[Hook (x2)]
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So Afraid
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Jin |