[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
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The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply
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I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy
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Cause I think very deeply
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Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
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Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
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The microphone fienin, for a microphone
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Before he knew what a microphone mean
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Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off
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And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
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Niggaz hearts is dissolvin, involved in
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What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
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[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
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I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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It's them +Boyz In the Hood+ it's always hard
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You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card
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Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards
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Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
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Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
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And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
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To back the staff for free, I will believe
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It ain't nothin +Shady+ in the +Aftermath+
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Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic
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You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin
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Them guys is clonin, them pioneers
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Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
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[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
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I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Elvis - was a hero to most
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But he never meant shit to me, it's statements
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Like that made me gage, White, Black, hate to make
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Me say - I like, when they fight back, they
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Me and rap, I vent myself
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Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself
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A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it
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Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
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And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps
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Cause I am a +Throwback+ you feelin the soldier
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And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy
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That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
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[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
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I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
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Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob
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Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage
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Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad
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Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him
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Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm dead meat
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Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night
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That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre
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You damn right I was raised, the amazin
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Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on
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So I black out, the usual same way
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The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on
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[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
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I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
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What I Know
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Royce Da 5'9'' |