Yeah, Lowkey!
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Straight from South-West.(Straight from South-West) Let's Go! (Let's go!)
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I'm from a place that, left me psychologically scarred,
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A lot of crime, but many guys that wanna-be stars,
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Mans take it easy, but a life of poverty's hard,
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Shit is common, like a knife 'n' robbery charge,
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In my life I did what the blind majority can't,
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Around me fiends crave for crack,
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And Stomp your head into the pavement untill your face is flat,
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Talking codes on the payphone, incase it's tapped,
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I might make a track, but still remain gutter, 'till my life fades to black.
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Don't come around if you don't know the right way to act,
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'Cause there's some things that you have to know first,
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'Round here the cameras don't work,
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Yout'-dem don't give a fuck for another man,
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If you take a loss, bounce back like a rubber band,
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Understand pricks try to test you,
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This life is stressful, if your quite successful,
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Wolves that are quick to slash your temples,
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I might get a few rings and customize new kicks,
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Just let me do my thing, don't fuck with my music,
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I'm an emcee from my head to my toes,
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It runs in my blood, in my flesh and my bones
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The pen is my best friend, I'm never depressed and alone
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I'm an underground cat with a professional flow, destined to blow
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Emcees need to backup and let their testicles grow! (What the fuck!?)
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From A Place
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Lowkey |