Phesto:
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Everybody, come and get some get up and go.
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Get rid of that no-
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Can-do attitude
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And expand and brace
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the obstacles you face.
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Ain't no time to waste.
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Rhymin' pays.
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Never was it worth doin' crime to stay
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on your record when ya try to get And point it.
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I avoid it.
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Like being exploited.
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Couldn't leave my people disappointed.
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I know you want it,
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So i'm gunna flaut it.
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It'll be here and gone just that fast.
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You better bust that ass.
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Nothing's inconcievable.
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Anything is possible.
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Never let them deceive you.
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Tajai:
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Life's full of dilemas.
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I contend to that.
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I be looking out my window wondering "What will I catch?"
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Will it be...
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A good job?
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Huh?
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Two to the head?
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Huh?
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Maybe HIV so i can join the ranks of the living dead.
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But, hey Tajai gotta press on.
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I'm late for class
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As I think of the choices my life rests on.
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I could buss my gat,
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Cook some crack,
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Master calculus,
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Build houses,
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And make a stack.
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Either wayI
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Depending on the dues i pay.
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No, you can't go,
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So stick with it.
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You won't get it
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If you lay and stall.
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Then don't be in it for the long haul.
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Yeah, you know they wrong ya'll.
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But we gots to get it on ya'll.
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Chorus
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"Time's ain't fair
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But that's the way I play.
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No one can compare.
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And that's the way I stay.
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This is how we do it every singular day.
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So what you tryin' ta say?
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Well, let me show you the right way."
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Opio:
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If you're with me then you're all about making money.
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So throw your hands in the air cuz ain't shit for free.
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Nigga, Oakland California is the place to be.
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It gets hectic see.
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I just connect to free
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My mind
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And write rhymes,
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So I don't get caught up
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Or get shot up.
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Plus the fuzz think I got the product??
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I don't cut lines, I don't have to.
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But if you look like a playa, they harass you.
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I make cash from doing shows from state to state.
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But still task on the run that license his plate.
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I don't trip cuz it's all in vain.
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Your daughter knows my name.
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Ask the broad the game.
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A-Plus:
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People applaude the Famous
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Never lame.
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Just rhyming to your brain, buss.
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You're acting and that's a shame.
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Cuz I set examples say in 9-tre.
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It's not a little joke.
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I gots to rhyme a little more,
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So I'm fin ta go
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And scoop a forty-o.
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I'm under 21, but then my sack is known as so.
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To the show we go
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Place a big stoge on the bridge, 8-0.
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A club with foes and hoes.
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I want high class bitches
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With the ass that switches.
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When I get them, they be due soon as the Ad. is finished.
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Make me me feel like I'm living on the wrong planet.
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Strong as granite.
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It's the Souls with the song that's demanded.
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Chorus
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Tajai:
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See
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only the paid gets to mack and frollick.
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They got their wallets.
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So, what's your holler?
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Strive to be a scholar.
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Attract the knowledge gained.
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Whatever called itself same.
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Attract the knowledge changed.
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To get you far in this game.
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Opio:
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Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip.
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Let the ladies melt, strip.
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To the bow, I'm slick.
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Souls of Mischief coming slicker than the rest confess.
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We press on.
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How I'm livin',
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from the break, break-a dawn.
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A-Plus:
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All ya fakes that's on ,
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the microphone, Go home.
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I'm from the land, man
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niggas make you roam with chrome
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I stay at home.
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I like ta bone, I'm grown.
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I got a flow that's known.
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In the O, I hold my own.
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Phesto:
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Yeah, baby come and have a seat with Phes.
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Together we can defeat the stress
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And chill
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If you got that sex appeal.
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I'll caress you till the morning.
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On and on, annnnnnd,
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[CHORUS]
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Times Ain't Fair
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