| I see the clearest picture
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| I can step out of the loop
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| Think out of the box
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| Step into your socks
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| You choose the doors and I’ll pick the locks
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| Quick to take the orders and shift the stock
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| But still wyl the audience in the spot
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| I still wyl the audience in the spot
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| And I’m painting the picture dot to dot…
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| Dot to dot…
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| Let me break this down
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| Growing up I developed the greatest sound
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| But with a pen full of venom I helped shape this town
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| This fucked dysfunctional multicultural racist town
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| Let me break this down
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| Growing up where I grew up your face is frowned
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| Get dragged up, drugged up, found face down in the ground
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| I’m talking doors broke down for 10 pounds of brown
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| Let me break this down
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| I’m the uncrowned king of this underground thing
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| It don’t mean no Manchester town thing
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| I’m talking global, watch the effects of a snowball
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| Who’s stepping next to the noble?
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| Too many regrets, I know no law
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| Still I paid my debts, I owe no more
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| And you need to remember that
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| I see the clearest picture
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| I can step out of the loop
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| Think out of the box
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| Step into your socks
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| You choose the doors and I’ll pick the locks
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| Quick to take the orders and shift the stock
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| But still wyl the audience in the spot
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| I still wyl the audience in the spot
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| And I’m painting the picture dot to dot…
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| Dot to dot…
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| Let me take it deeper
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| Back to the room where I used to sleep with twenty-odd speaker
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| Next day room it be twenty man deep, all round a computer
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| And I don’t mean FIFA
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| I didn’t play Pro Eva either
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| I was straight up Cubased under a leader
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| Logic meant that my tunes got meaner
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| Eager MCs, Saturday night fever
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| I could write 16s with ease
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| But just a sip of Cherry Lambrini in the Breezer
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| Couple of pints of Brandy in the freezer
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| Bagging my E’s into threes, I’m a geezer
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| I’m that Mancunian Caesar
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| Footprint leaver
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| Bit of a diva
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| Trust nobody, but a firm believer
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| Let nobody deceive ya
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| I see the clearest picture
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| I can step out of the loop
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| Think out of the box
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| Step into your socks
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| You choose the doors and I’ll pick the locks
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| Quick to take the orders and shift the stock
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| But still wyl the audience in the spot
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| I still wyl the audience in the spot
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| And I’m painting the picture dot to dot…
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| Dot to dot…
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| Dot to dot… |