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I'm the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene |
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Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed |
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Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths, |
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Pound a few beats, ya'll know the sound is unique |
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Now, who is this, Class, last man standing |
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Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons |
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What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star? |
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I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard |
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Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest |
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Started in the 90's and it's still hard to find me |
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Sitting on the benches, still independent |
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But a Halflife artists, attacks mics hardest |
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So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking |
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I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman |
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I know I say it often, hard to understand |
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But I'm sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans |
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We know, ya'll ain't ready |
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People, won't expect me |
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Class, stay ahead of this |
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Ya'll, reap the benefits |
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Your whole steeze is devilish |
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And that's why, we ending it! |
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We know, ya'll ain't ready |
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People, won't expect me |
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Class, stay ahead of this |
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Ya'll, reap the benefits |
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Your whole steeze is devilish |
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And that's why, we ending it! |
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Now I don't walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step |
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Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test |
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Behavior is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest |
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Feel like laying ya to rest |
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But I calmed down and keep my head up |
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Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up |
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Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers |
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You wanna get your talent heard, well let me mark it on my calendar |
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And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who's fluid |
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I let me frustrations out strictly through music |
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That's why I'm laid back when I talk all the time |
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But I'll smash you in the melon if you cross that line |
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Listen, I ain't trying to make this physical now |
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Ya pitiful pal, comparing to my lyrical style |
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A mile a minute, moving, keep running laps |
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Making heads turn till I hear something snap |
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We know, ya'll ain't ready |
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People, won't expect me |
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Class, stay ahead of this |
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Ya'll, reap the benefits |
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Your whole steeze is devilish |
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And that's why, we ending it! |
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We will be here |
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For Ever |
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Better recognize and try to analyze this |
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Get what i'm saying |
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Yo, Grade 6, smart mouth teen |
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I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans |
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Now I'm trying to take over this rap and rock scene |
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Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam |
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Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is to dope |
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If I smoke another rapper, I'll need a hole in my throat |
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Never smoked weed all through senior high school. |
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It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes recorded beats |
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But now, ah yo, I'm known to get stoned quick |
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Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit |
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Grown kid, still throws fits |
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Attack tracks with rap and stay focused |
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We know, ya'll ain't ready |
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People, won't expect me |
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Class, stay ahead of this |
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Ya'll, reap the benefits |
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Your whole steeze is devilish |
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And that's why, we ending it! |
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We know, ya'll ain't ready |
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People, won't expect me |
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Class, stay ahead of this |
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Ya'll, reap the benefits |
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Your whole steeze is devilish |
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And that's why, we ending it! |