Word up, I'm talking to you I'm making dope rhymes, that's what I do Like a mad man, you know it's bad man I slam a good goddamn Well I've been burned so goddamn badly I could just sit and sing the blues But instead I'll make a fist, yeah And make my own good news Take my advice, yeah You'll pay the price Make it funky like this... Good god.....Damn I drop a syllable like "yo" What else is dissin' me Huh, it's pissin me off Rock me baby, WHAT!? You don't mean that crap But what the hell, if it sells Damn, you're a sham No thank you ma'am, BITCH!! Oh, I've been burnt badly I could just sit and sing the blues But instead I'll make a fist, yeah And make my own good news Take my advice You'll pay the price Make it funky like this!!! Good goddamn, tell you what, alles klar And the nightmare of publicity begins This is the time to find who are your true friends I drain my brain, to be original Build character, aboriginal American music is what I grew into ?????? Fuck you!!!! I say we fear no evolution Stand up, musical revolution Follow me because we can never stop And we'll never give Cause this is how, we breath and live And some of them whine And some of them bitch They cannot do it, we'll never switch We do it for ourselves, we do it for you If you don't like it well, I hope you do
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