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I love This Instrumental and the Original song (peace to u illa J!), I jus wanted to kind of go harder with the lyrics, R.I.P. Dilla! you know he had to be on the tape!!!
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Well i think i am the man, Well at least that was their plan, They take my mind molded it to make me what I am, To bath me in money and to dry me with cash! Hand cuffed labels wanna change you up fast, fast forward out the dream, interrupted with a gleam with a beam of light that seems if I cut me out their seams in their pants and the dreams wouldn't be a glance in their pocket or their wallet and my rockets on high cant reach me with a lie!
Yes, cuz its all manipulation, i did thee equation just to multiply the patience and the patients get sicker, Im the doctor at your hospital, speakin pretty logical, my rhymes are biological with topics microscopic, nostalgic when I drop it , coughing gets chronic and I cant drop it when i rock it cuz..cuz
Theres no room to retire, with this fire growin, growin higher and higher, and the liars stay liars so im fighting desire and, Im fighting this phase where Im stuckin in a daze and Im in here for days with money signs over my eyes like shades, glazed over with a splash of fame,
becuz they say be care ful wat you wish for mr mass appeall gives you more than u asked for!
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