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Here's Lookin At You Kid
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Heres Something For Your Intrigue
IP:
Look around at your peers and gaze into mirrors
Through sound show fears and phazes of years Wages of tears you write but the pages are clear In mazes we steer untill a fuckin savoir appears I laugh at people who get couragous from beers Rage & weer, no rest on tour stages but Here.... Is the ultimate goal, you wrote from your soul But broke as a whole we simply toke to console I feel choked on paroll, cause I broke in & stole... Hopes were bold, now you wish I'd croak in a hole Life can turn around as quick as a day or two Bitches clown make me sick so I play a few And do, exactly the best interest of my crew Look out for ya boys and they'll look after you You can grasp it too, it's like clasps on you Clamped, cramped and your forced to get amped Battle on MTV look or course it's your chance Try to get to another round you pray to advance Cheaters with written punchlines say they the mans But Rb representitives would only decay they plans Sway the fans, like only we know how make the demands Break in and stand, tall in the industry make'em understand Take'em by the hand, walk journey's not makin the band We talk jerseys for the sake of the great and retired Or ones who's fate has expired, the greatest of choirs Voices like Pac Biggy and L in speakers lacin the wires Wit the addictive style that made eMcees shake & perspire They'd wake in attire, take mainstream we makin em Liars I'd grip The Band skill, but I'd go and use needle nose Pliars Tired of the bullshit, we just want one oppurtunity please Not a fool kid, I'll be quick to have a community siezed Commandeer my way right by P.Diddy and Bad Boy bitch Sign my damn self to Aftermath and just begin them hits Live a life of a dream, more money than I've ever seen And I'd hit up ery single person I've known wit the cream Until the bling gleams so much all you hear is the sreams Fans idolize you like you did when jobs you were in between So much trees now I need about sixteen triple beams But diseased the worlds nothin but a sick scene of cripled dreams
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