[PSC]
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I know where the music came from, I not a lame dumb dumb
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Origin is respected but still we choose to come, original
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Down from my talk to my walkin'
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Heads out to please the king Christopher Walken
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A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
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Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
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Unless you assimilate you never considered great
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Demonstrate the speech from your birth place you can't race
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Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
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Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
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A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
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Now they say what's up in the club! What the fuck whore!?
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Listen up bitch! You diss because you can't see
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Born in California actin' N Y C
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Influence is golden but when mics is holding
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I roll with the oath to spit what's never stolen
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It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of 64's
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Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
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For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
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But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus!
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[The Grouch]
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I met you twice before and shook your hand
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You didn't feel it
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Did it for the cap but should have acted like I'd peel it
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Now I'm in the skillet on the burner in the back
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Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
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Bring the tune back,
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You're craps in the chop shop
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Thermometer up your ass
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That's the reason that I'm not hot
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But I got a fever times three for every CD
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Bound to be the missing link
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For those who want to meet me at the crossing
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I'll be the one semi-flossing
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With mega self-respect but avoid to go with that
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Cause he's employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
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Oops that's too much credit, I bet it isn't the plan
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Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad with names bra
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Change your views, I'm giving clues
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Strangest news you're about to lose
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Blame them fools who got the tools.
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[Eligh]
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I'd never consider moving out
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When it comes to the coast I'm dwelling on
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Hell if I ever switch up the weather
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To fit what these other fellas are on
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I cause a renaissance
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Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
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Self-hatred, radio stations
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They play their shit while they brag and they boast
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It's not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
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It's all about respect
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Caught in the middle without a clue
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Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
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Here to put it down with my crew
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Actually I'm open to any option, except belly flopping
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Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
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Action taken by middlemen
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While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
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Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
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When I affiliate my style with the golden state
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While you're holding hate, claiming to hold weight
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Now, much respect to the roots but once you've walked in these boots
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Doing a format like that is so fake
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You're a dormant doormat
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Wearing a whores hat
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With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
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When that's only a bite.
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Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
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So when you plummet into the darkness
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We'll be rising into the light (that's right, that's right)
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So when you plummet into the darkness
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We'll be rising into the light (that's right, that's right)
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[Aesop]
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I'm anti, but I'm not anti-social
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You can feel it through my soul
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My presence through my vocals
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"How the fuck they got fans?
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Man them niggas only local."
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Bitch we chase down the mic
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And put you rhymes in a chokehold
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I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain't a problem so
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Legends' got skills
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Cause we're always evolvin'
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And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
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Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
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And neva payin' no taxes man
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Firm in my shoes where I stand
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Not a stranger to this land
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With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
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They say if you don't succeed try, try again my friend
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Ya must make words blend within the beat then
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Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
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For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
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In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk |