| One two
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| And I check one two
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| And I check three four as well
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| I’m 'bout to check five six
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| Better make sure all that shit is in sequence
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| Yeah
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| They say do you, just do it first
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| This all textbook, that’s how confusion works
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| Everybody here stressed, can’t understate
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| Everybody that I know got a stomach ache
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| And can’t tell the undead from the unawake
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| You can’t impeach at least give us summer breaks
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| And the experts all say different things
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| Put 'em all in the crossface chicken wing
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| Aerosmith said they don’t wanna miss a thing
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| It’s too fast like a little kid’s christening
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| And black life value is not a size
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| So, what you mean if you askin' us to compromise?
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| If you a citizen it’s automatic qualify
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| His momma keep the boy picture in wallet-size
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| You should be on the floor cryin'
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| How it both sides, we ain’t both dyin'
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| Pause me, learn me, one-hundred percent
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| Predict me, get me, one-hundred percent
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| Complete me, eat me, one-hundred percent
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| Defeat me, delete me, another attempt
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| Repeat, learn me, one-hundred percent
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| Predict me, get me, one-hundred percent
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| Complete me, eat me, one-hundred percent
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| Defeat me, delete me, another attempt
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| The economy killed the rhyme-star
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| I’m privileged; |
| born with the silver time-card
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| 'Bout as high as I held my heroes
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| I put my chips on myself like Pete Rose
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| We in the future, there’s far more options now
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| I’m in the crib breaking cardboard boxes down
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| Through my roots I respond, react
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| Cause my folks need jobs and some Wozniaks
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| In my nightmares, I swear, there’s some Nazi blacks
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| That say «pull yourself up by your Huarache straps»
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| Y’all say something dumb and I swear to God
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| Imma pack up and run 'til I tear a quad
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| Imma look into the sun, Imma stare at God
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| I’m gon' get as big as Pun in the Terror Squad
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| I’m coming off the top at the Hammerstein
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| I won’t even stop when it’s Hammertime
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| Memories is deep in the skeleton
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| I say peace, please know it’s all relative
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| Pause me, learn me, one-hundred percent
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| Predict me, get me, one-hundred percent
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| Complete me, eat me, one-hundred percent
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| Defeat me, delete me, another attempt
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| Repeat, learn me, one-hundred percent
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| Predict me, get me, one-hundred percent
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| Complete me, eat me, one-hundred percent
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| Defeat me, delete me, another attempt me
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| Everything, everything, every single thing
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| I can see the whole future, man
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| Tell me what you like and I’ll ruin it
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| I would show you the computer dance
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| Nigga, you already doin' it |