| Rap is stepping to me They wanna get some
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| But most of them should go and try to boost their monthly income
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| Speaking over beats is the only time I feel complete
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| I don’t hear the weak and I don’t fear defeat
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| So what you got?
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| Connect the dots, I’ll raise the pot
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| Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
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| The name remains in tip-top shape
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| I’m still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
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| I came in late, took a chair in the rear
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| But my classmates were well away how long I’d really been there
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| My peers have been held back for years, holding back the tears
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| Everybody knows our name like we was the cast from Cheers
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| So here’s to the good times, tonight is mighty special
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| So fasten your seatbelts, cause I’m gonna launch this vessel
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| Ain’t gonna land until I’m bigger than Espo
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| And bigger than ecstasy and bigger than techno
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| I wanna bigger than Jesus and bigger than wrestling
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| Bigger than the Beatles and bigger than breast implants
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| I’m gonna be the biggest thing to hit these little kids
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| Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes
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| A few years ago an ex-girl of mine
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| Asked me to keep her name out of my rhymes
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| So I said this rhyme that I’m about to say
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| It came from the heart and it went this way:
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| Go to hell girl, you make me sick!
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| I hope your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick
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| What the fuck makes you think I’d put your name on my record?
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| Yeah, now I feel a lot better
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| You know what?
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| I ain’t drank a forty since I became old enough to drink
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| Not caught up in what the fuck these people think
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| Cause when I die they’re gonna find the missing link
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| But tonight I’m gonna rhyme it in the kitchen sink
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| I’m suprised more of y’all don’t get hit by cars
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| Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars
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| I’m lonely without a woman that wants to spar
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| That’s why I spent so much time in these bars
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| Drunk poolside, screaming, Do or die!
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| Looking at the water asking, Who am I?
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| Saw my reflection, Yes! |
| I’m super fly!
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| And as you can guess again, I’m too damn high
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| (What'd they say to you?)
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| But they said, Drop dead.
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| I can’t, I got a lot left
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| More than just another arrogant, asshole pot-head
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| In the top ten, who you love to hear on tracks
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| Smiling for the camera while I surf upon your ear wax
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| This beers flat and she kisses like a stripper
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| I’m coming to terms with my status as a drifter
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| Girl, I’m only in this town for one night
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| And these neon lights are keeping me distracted from my plight
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| I feel like a legend on a leash
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| Making an effort to break every piece that I can reach
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| Yeah, I got something to say, and even more to teach
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| But first let me scrape these feces from my cleats
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| Standing on the roof, complaining to the moon
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| The only time I tell the truth is when I’m naked in my bedroom
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| Soon I’m gonna reap the harvest of my struggles
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| But from now on, y’all can call me Sluggles
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| Bigger than Jesus
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| Bigger than wrestling
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| Bigger than the Beatles
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| Bigger than breast implants
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| Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes |