Yo, we just flossed this shit.
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It's a new beat, track, what have you...
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Word up. Hope you like it (word).
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Straight, straight up.
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If I had headphones,
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I'd like for you to turn them up...
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But I don't...
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So fuck you.
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Speak up!
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(Brother Shaant)
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Word up, word up.
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I have a substance in my ceiling,
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But I don't remember buying it.
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I don't remember putting it there;
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I wonder how it even got there, anywhere.
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It's beating the shit outta my head,
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And it's beating the shit outta my brain.
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Shit!
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Beating the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...
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But managing to overcome
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Of being upset with what I have done.
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It's just the beginning.
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And when people can't relate,
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I hold the mistakes to be great.
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But my glass is still half full,
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And this sip is still a mouth full,
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And I can't open mine until I swallow.
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But now I am given time
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To plan the words that will follow...
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And they might be shallow,
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Or they might be hollow.
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*Phone rings*
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I honestly hate you. That was soo good!
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~Hello?
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-Actually, someone's calling me as well...
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~Yeah... Oh.
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-Hello?
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~Ok.
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-Yeah, yeah, what's up?
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~What?
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-Oh yeah, of course... all right... bye.
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Yo! Sorry for that interruption.
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We're popular bitches
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Right?
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(My mom called me)
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Right?
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...So did, so did my dad.
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(That was my mom!)
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Pht. Fuck you, bitch!
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You's a trick, trick, trick, trick...
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Yo keep that, keep that, keep that going.
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Keep, keep, keep that going.
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Who's to know until I let them
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Borrow my voice to get to you?
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I will tell by the look
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That your face will borrow from your brain,
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Or whatever my tone has ordained.
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...Shit.
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But managing to overcome
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Of being upset with what I have done.
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It's just the beginning.
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And when people can't relate,
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I hold the mistakes I make to be great.
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But we got a pencil-pusher up in here.
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When we know what to do,
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But we know what to fear...
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And every time I up and down this block,
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I find what I've found.
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And maybe later, and maybe later...
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We can go eat ice cream!
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But when I find out your favorite color,
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Favorite flavor...
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(Flava Flave)
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I'll fucking punch you in the face.
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But managing to overcome
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Of being upset with what I have done.
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It's just the beginning.
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And when people can't relate,
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I hold the mistakes I make to be great.
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I make to be great...
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I make to be great...
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I make to be great!
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Word!
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Yo, you's a trick, trick, trick, trick...
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Hiphop at IHOP
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| Cute Is What We Aim For |
