| Uh, uh, yeah
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| I feel like a fucking champion right now
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| The video to this has got to be on a rooftop somewhere, I reckon
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| There’s a slight possibility
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| That I’m gonna have to fight for it lyrically
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| And I’m gonna have to light up the city streets
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| Till I look like Michael in Billie Jean
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| So I got TLS on the telephone
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| «You got a beat for me to bless, bro, yes or no?»
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| He was like «that's fine, come get 'em, bro»
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| «I know you’ve got mad lines like methodrone»
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| I rep the hood youth and the posh kids too
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| If you write good music, I rock with you
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| They thought he couldn’t do it but the god pulled through
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| From writing this good news, that’s the gospel truth
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| Step in the studio or bedroom setup
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| Tell a producer «don't get too clever»
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| Spray the new flow that gets through leather
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| Make a dude know bulletproof’s better
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit anyway
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit anyway
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| They say it’s cool but my hobby’s heated
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| I play for my own ice hockey team
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| Watch 'em all try to copy me
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| When they see I’m on a roll like poppy seeds
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| All that rap beef’s entertaining and shit
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| But running out of words is a much worse battle
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| I write like a legend and I make it swift
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| Get it out to the world cause of Gulliver’s Travels
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| Novel idea, school of hard knocks
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| I’m qualified here, dying poor’s the only problem I fear
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| If I dropped dead now, I would not get found cause there’s not a guy near
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| A wise man told me «be strict with bars
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| If you make it, take your motherfucking Gs with ya
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| But mind you don’t use your literature
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| To make any blood-sucking leech richer»
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit anyway
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit anyway
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| Yo, way before you ever heard of me
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| I was bunning Benzes and murking beats
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| Put rap in a state of emergency
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| Newcomers can attempt to emerge and see
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| These MCs panicking, everybody fucks with my rapping
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| And I didn’t need sexy packaging
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| Next scenes happening, dudes be rewinding my old shit
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| Screaming out «let's see that again»
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| Cause I write action sequences
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| And they’re all deserving of an Oscar
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| And with them other guys, all man sees is shit
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| That’s Waterworld and Kevin Costner
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| Nigga, I’m not done, I’m straight raw
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| And I’m the top gun, they’re plain flawed
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| I don’t know what some are in the game for
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| I take all, there’s not much to play for
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit anyway
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| They talk, they talk and they say
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| But it don’t mean shit |