| You can’t still worry about the charts position
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| It’s the heart that you’re missing
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| It’s the art that you’re missing
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| Just a little something to hold you over
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| The Kris’Style album on the way, Word Up!
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| When you’re number one, everybody come
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| But when you drop to two, everybody still with you
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| But when you drop to three, everybody want to see
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| But when you drop to four, everybody still adore
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| But when you drop to five, people will help you to strive
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| But when you drop to six, you selling every mix
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| But when you drop to seven, people start guessing
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| But when you drop to eight, people hesitate
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| But when you drop to nine, it’s when you start to find
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| That when you drop to ten, you start to lose your friends
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| When you drop to eleven, you record stops selling
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| When you drop to twelve, it’s everyone for themselves
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| So when you drop to thirteen, you stop working
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| When you drop for fourteen, no more self esteem
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| You drop to fifteen, because you live then you seen
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| When you drop to sixteen, you’re now out the scene
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| When you drop to seventeen, you see things you’ve never seen
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| That when you drop to eighteen, you know what it means
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| So you drop to nineteen, on then to twenty
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| At nineteen you lose your honey, at twenty your money to a Playboy Bunny
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| At twenty-one things ain’t funny
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| At twenty-two, you don’t know what to do
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| So you hit twenty-three, you look for security
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| So you drop to twenty-four, no more can you endure
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| When you drop to twenty-five, at the bottom you’ve arrive
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| When you drop to twenty-six, you’re on old-school mix
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| When you drop to twenty-seven, they tell you to stop step in
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| When you drop to twenty-eight, you start to meditate
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| When you drop to twenty-nine, you expand your mind
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| When you drop to thirty, you see it was all dirty
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| When you drop to thirty-two, and it occurs to you
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| When you drop to thirty-three, now you can see
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| It’s all about skill and the love for the art
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| Not who’s above and who’s bellow in the chart
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| You gotta look in the heart, it’s there where you start
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| I and Hip-Hop are never ever apart, Word! |