| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| Standing in line, fifteen, couldn’t wait
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| Couldn’t fathom any talent in rhyme
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| Had to get mine, granted in mind
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| Was my rappin' that I thought would never happen in time
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| Odds stacked to reject us, attackin' the hecklers
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| Reckless with rap till they had to respect us
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| Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts
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| 'Cause everything we do comes back to affect us
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| And as long as I got lungs, I’ma say this
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| Long as we get love, we got some that will hate us
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| We’ll never change, it’s done for the faithless
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| And I don’t care for favourites on somebody’s playlist
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| Ain’t enough paper for the names I gotta mention
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| Without 'em, no way I would’ve made it a profession
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| I wouldn’t trade it for a day of my obsession
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| We’re staying dedicated to perfection
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| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| «I'm still standing» Fuck it, one of us had to
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| Though I’m not standing still like a statue
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| Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso, you see my
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| Blood runs blue like I cut up a tattoo
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| It’s ironic, some say it’s even confusin' that I’m
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| Still standing 'cause I’m keepin' it movin' and I’m
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| Still champion, we keep on improvin' and I’m
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| Main Source man, I’m breakin' and movin' atoms
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| What we spit is absurd
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| Since a kid, I’ve always loved the rhythm of words, the
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| Beauty of language and spewing the anguish all
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| Over the canvas like the riff was a curb
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| Now if you live by the word, you die by the pen
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| The critics can criticise but we’re the crème de la crème
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| Me and P-Dela, we blend what they’re callin' the standard
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| Still standing while they’re screamin', «When will it end?»
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| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| It’s been so long, we’re glad we came
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| Before we gathered fame or had a name
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| Our story hasn’t changed with accolades
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| We’re still standing, and we’ll be back again
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| The whole crowd’s like…
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| How long you been here? |
| «I've been here for years»
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| How long you been here? |
| «I've been here for years»
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| How long you been here? |
| «I've been here for years»
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| How long you been here? |
| «I've been here for years»
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| We still sharp, still craft hip-hop that they played in the park
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| Still jamming, still paving the path, still
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| Making our mark, still ain’t for the faint of the heart
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| Still standing, still state of the art, we still
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| Sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park
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| Still jamming, still paving the path, still
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| Making our mark, still ain’t for the faint of the heart
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| Still standing, still state of the art, the art
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| The art, the art, the art, the art |