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Did she played? (?)
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Come que ya come (?)
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Quieres? Quieres?
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She was dying ¡®cuz all the radios playing the same song
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We¡¯re loading the same gun
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One day a producer walked by,
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Promised the only vibe, that track on fire
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Only the chosen ones can hear it,
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The real ones can feel it,
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The strong hit ¡®em, talking gushed
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That last longer that a buble gum
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She buried(?); the whole city was in need (of?) it
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So yeah she once said: "Forget about hot .....(?) platinum and gold"
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She gave him all that money so he could hit the dawn(?)
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He .....(?) even working every day,
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Producing the tracks and every time he¡¯d say:
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"I¡¯m makin real hot [x2]
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this is the real shit
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I¡¯m makin real hot."
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Sounded like everything else, she couldn¡¯t feel squad(?)
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She can¡¯t go back this is all she got
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Time flew by, don¡¯t ask why,
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Thinking, imagine if I'm not that fly(?),
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Not that real,not that stream(?)
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Gotta keep cool, let ¡®em think I'm that deep(?)
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On the day that the track was done
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She couldn¡¯t hear a thing and her heart was numb
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He was a hustler and he made(?) her confront(?)
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The inner war is pump(?)
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She felt in love with it and she took it to the world,
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Boys and girls, CEOs, radios
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Lookin, lookin here(?) and the hot(?) was wow but then a little boy get up & said: "Yo!
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It ain¡¯t real hot [x2]
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This ain¡¯t real shit
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It ain¡¯t real hot
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Sounds like everything else, I can¡¯t feel squat
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Do u feel squat? [x2]"
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Sounds like everything else, we can¡¯t feel squat [x2]
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She can¡¯t go back, this is all she got [x2]
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[Chorus:]
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The emperor got a brand new beat [x2]
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Sounds like everything else, we can¡¯t feel squat
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[Chorus:]
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....The emperor got a brand new beat [x2]
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The Emperor's New Beat
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Outlandish |