I didn't choose to do rap, for real
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Rap chose me 'cause I can handle being real
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As the need arises, big bro
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Some rhyme 'cause they have talent
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I rhyme 'cause I have a mission
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I'm the spokesperson for those never heard
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The forgotten remember me 'cause I remember the forgotten
Like an ambassador of the street
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Just seeing the shine in my eye makes the fakes back off
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Lots of sheep in wolf's skin yelling they're ready
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I saw it, rushing to grab the money like scoring points
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Here, this is my own confrontation
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I walk the sidewalks always, never saw you
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While the suckers think they're it, values get lost
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What's left hits the ones who lack it, without that it's useless to me
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No, bro, I'm not hanging with lazy worms
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Building the tracks, me and the kids are working
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Bending the laws, one thing I know
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Since the king won't turn humble
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I'll make the humble turn king
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This ceremony marks the start of the Ashanti empire's return
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Atabaques will thunder like war drums
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My army marching through the dirt streets
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To strip medals from scoundrels with bad aura
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And real triumph for us is the crown's smile
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We want women, yeah, we want some dough too
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Want to see all the black kids there living well
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But for me the fight goes beyond that
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Whoever thinks small, bro, will die without
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Not to be more than anyone, no
Just to crawl out of the mud
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The ones who fell mixed up respect and fame
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In my mind there's no mild mistake
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The game's dirty, whoever misses less wins more
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I made my own path and my path made me
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It ain't any little money that will take my lucidity
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That I carry in my mind, bro
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Second chance exists only in video games
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So you'd better stay sharp, see
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On the track for victory, for triumph
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If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
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The street is us, it's us, it's us
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On the track for victory, for triumph
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If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
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Bro, the street is us, it's us, it's us
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Thousands of eyes beg for help on the corner
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On the hill the line moves toward the guillotine
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Daily cover-ups with hunger
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Keep piling the bodies of those with no surname
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I saw with my own eyes the dirt of the game
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My conclusion is many cowries are still gonna catch fire
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Man, every thug has inside
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Motivation to be Adolf Hitler or Gandhi
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And if most of us went for the break-in
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Congress would've been burning long ago
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I was born next to the poverty that enriches the plot
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I grew up where boys turn men earlier
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With the student’s backpack brought, the tags with names
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Wine bottles on the black kids' backs
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I didn't come to betray my convictions in the name of ambitions
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And snatch crowds by watering down my hooks, no
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I could, and if I wanted I'd sell out
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But I'm everything they thought nobody would be
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If rap gives in, what will the favela have?
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If the general falters, what will the soldier be?
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There are over a thousand kids out there wanting to be me
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Imitating what I do, bro, if I slip
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Being an MC is managing to be H-dot-steel
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In the end, making rhymes is the easiest part
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I've written rap with rats walking around, bro
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Leaking roof, shivering with cold
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How many died like that and in the end who saw?
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Dude, y'all still really wanna be more street than me?
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On the track for victory, for triumph
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If conquest is for glory, I use my trump, bro
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The street is us, it's us, it's us
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On the track for victory, for triumph
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If conquest is for glory, I use my trump
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The street is us, it's us, it's us