| Crushed in space, pushed through time
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| Movin' cautious, obey all signs
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| Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
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| Make a statement, but don’t define
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| See I’m on it, make you want it
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| You ain’t on it, don’t condone it
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| Don’t you keep from tryin' to clone it
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| Deep down inside you want it
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| Whatchu want, whatchu got
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| How you deal with it?
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| And you get, whatchu got
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| Gotta live with it
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| In the spot and its hot
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| Gettin' real with it
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| Don’t you know that beneath this flow
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| Lies scorn, shameful past form
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| Many regrets like the day I was born
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| Told myself I’d be reformed
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| First put to death take time to mourn
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| Be the ace in ah folded hand
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| Stare in the face of a scolded man
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| Come up missin' on the back of a soda can
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| Go out like only no soldier can
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| Sermons blazin' through the dark
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| I’m a prince in the Pazy Park
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| Through the sense, I really play my part
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| Took my time before I got my start
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| Now the harvest right
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| For a brother like me, who the artist type
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| Who love the culture, through all the hype
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| Hits and strike, my kiss is deadly, and it be like-
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| Crushed in space, pushed through time
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| Movin' cautious, obey all signs
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| Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
|
| Make a statement, but don’t define
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| See I’m on it, make you want it
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| You ain’t on it, don’t condone it
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| Don’t you keep from tryin' to clone it
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| Deep down inside you want it
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| Get up, on it!
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| Don’t you clone it
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| Deep down inside you want it
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| These boys have cut the fool
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| These boys from the south got nothing to lose
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| On a Pettidee track can’t help but move
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| When Grits spit quick fire ain’t nothing' but truth
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| When you come down to it, ain’t about the loot
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| Gotta take you down through it when I’m in the mood
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| Gotta face the fame, hate that change
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| Rearrange and break that chain
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| Let us take you beyond the your reign
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| Let us show you what you became
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| That’s the goal
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| Get it in your soul
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| Shape and mold
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| And make new from old
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| Your worth is more, than you’ve been told
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| Ya’ll kings and queens not pimps and hoes
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| This that real, this that straw
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| That break your back and can’t shake it off
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| Exclusive round all inclusive
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| That heart to find if you lose it
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| Crushed in space, pushed through time
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| Movin' cautious, obey all signs
|
| Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
|
| Make a statement, but don’t define
|
| See I’m on it, make you want it
|
| You ain’t on it, don’t condone it
|
| Don’t you keep from tryin' to clone it
|
| Deep down inside you want it
|
| Crushed in space, pushed through time
|
| Movin' cautious, obey all signs
|
| Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
|
| Make a statement, but don’t define
|
| See I’m on it, make you want it
|
| You ain’t on it, don’t condone it
|
| Don’t you keep from tryin' to clone it
|
| Deep down inside you want it
|
| Crushed in space, pushed through time
|
| Movin' cautious, obey all signs
|
| Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
|
| Make a statement, but don’t define
|
| See I’m on it, make you want it
|
| You ain’t on it, don’t condone it
|
| Don’t you keep from tryin' to clone it
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| Deep down inside you want it |