| Madchild:
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| I’m on fire, when I rap, I leave the area smoky
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| Better call Smokey the bear, cuz I’m the rarest showpiece
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| My roots are planted, standing strong, and I’m a cherry oak tree
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| But keep quiet as kept, cuz I’am very low-key!
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| Never rode a BMX, wearing a pair of Oakleys
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| While listening to DMX, not even remotely
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| Close, listen closely, I’m the most sickest rapper
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| Leaving no sistine chapel, I am blown trough some chapters
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| But I won’t regret after I am done with my rapture
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| I am done with the laughter, I’m a sun: can’t be captured
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| I’m the smash spittin' the massacre, half of us want the realshit
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| But we are forcefed all or this horseshit its unfortunate!
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| It is unfair, that’s why I’m never done here
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| I love how I’m rebuilding, and the future? |
| It is unclear
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| But I look at the glass half-full, retired asshole
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| Life fast like: where did my past go?
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| I’m a maniac, a chatterbox, it’s chatastrophic
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| Poppin gravol, spitting scattered rocks and fuckin battle topics
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| I’m popin off and shooting bottle rockets
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| I’m a throttle rocker, never sitting idle, oh my god I’m proper!
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| Prevail:
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| When the sun raise right, rising shine early wakers
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| Got a part time apartment in the land of the lakers
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| People ask me if I’m landed from the lands of Jamaica
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| I say no, although I grow up on an island motivated
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| Overrated by some, underrated by most
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| We orchestrated what no one has ever done for my coast
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| I see the pride shining right in the eyes of our folks
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| And light boards in the sky saying «Swollen is dope»
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| I walk a tightrope, take my sound advice to your dome
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| My microphone is like a lighting ball striking your home
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| Before I put the fire out, put writers out their misery
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| That’s another Spider-Man and Silver Surfer mystery!
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| Deliver in my system of belivers and must
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| Believe in family, in friends, its only few you can trust
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| The three of us we stuck together through the thick and the thin
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| But now we’ve got some thicker skin but still predicted to win
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| You either sink or you swim, you either float or you drown
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| So don’t slow down, flow down and own your crown because I
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| Hook:
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| Found my way but then I lost my step
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| In this beautiful struggle I ain’t given up yet
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| Cuz it’s mine
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| It’s mine
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| Lost my step but then I found my way
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| In this beautiful struggle
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| It’s a brand new day
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| Cause it’s mine
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| It’s mine |