The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be
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Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?
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Get your life prepared, you're next in line for judgment day, now
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Are you praying? Are you begin? That you're anyone else?
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Guess who it is? It¡¯s the best in the biz
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Never be alert 'cuz they checking for they kids
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And I sing, yeah, bam, just doing what I do
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I¡¯m bored with your games; I suggest you get a clue
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Yeah, it¡¯s like they never knew, that I spit it so precise
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Bet that I¡¯m all up in their head like lice
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I¡¯ll never take it back, I ain't taking your advice
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Then they know what I mean, motherfucker cuz I¡¯m nice enough
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Yeah, well I got what you need
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And it might sound conceded
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But I know that you can see that
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You fuckin with rucks and I¡¯m way out of your league
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I ain't messing with you scrubs, yeah, that¡¯s word that I can read, enough
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So close, motherfucker I can taste it
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Ya¡¯ll don¡¯t see the vision
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You should get some lactic
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Feeling so good, you can say I¡¯m on that mace shit
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It came from the heart, so that¡¯s why I had to pace it
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Good to have your name (your name)
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Scattered on the lips of the young
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And now you claim (you claim)
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That it¡¯s you on the tips of their tongue
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And if you're proud of what you had to kill
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To get your thrill, well
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I bet it stinks to give up everything
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And realize that they don¡¯t want you!
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It¡¯s a lonely road where the
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Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
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It¡¯s a long way down to the, sacred ground
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Where the, people beg for peace!
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I don¡¯t play, something like a mascot
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And I focus, treat me like an ascot
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Coming' for your neck, yeah
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Coming for respect
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I ain't fuckin with your crew
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Got jokers like a deck
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What the fuck do you expect?
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For me to just reason
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While you decline
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Doing circles like a re-run
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I sat back, motherfucker call that recline
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Pay the cost to be the boss
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There¡¯s no such thing as free time
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Yeah, if you think then take a seat
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But instead ill make a beat
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That¡¯s the way I¡¯m making heat
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And I hit the ground running; you'd probably break your feet
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And I¡¯m coming for the fame
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Motherfucker watch me skeet, and um
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I remember, when they didn¡¯t need me
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Now they wouldn¡¯t dare try to lead me
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And you know they kid is spitting ruthless like Compton in the 80's
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Right now, rap gang, boy this shit is so easy
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Good to have your name (your name)
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Scattered on the lips of the young
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And now you claim (you claim)
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That it¡¯s you on the tips of their tongue
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And if you're proud of what you had to kill
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To get your thrill, well
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I bet it stinks to give up everything
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And realize that they don¡¯t want you!
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It¡¯s a lonely road where the
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Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
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It¡¯s a long way down to the, sacred ground
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Where the, people beg for peace!
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Lonely road where the
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Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
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It¡¯s a long way down to the, sacred ground
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Where the, people beg for peace!
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Lonely Road
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Hendersin |