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t go on. I hate myself. I can't let go Of what I am. I can't go on. I hate myself. I can't let go Of what I am

but can't change what I'm writin I script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael crichton Like {*tch tch tch*} I am the hi-hat I am the m-i-c, I am

same rap jams is what slams on the radio Well I have to pay my wage on 97 When I've been doin this shit on stage since I was 11 I be the underground

a demon First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin' from Are you smokin' marijuana and I said, yes I am True him, seh, some man trance,

faces Weekends are reserved for a emergency cases I tell you babe you gotta understand that I'm a handy man I mean a handy man you know what I am I mean

Mathematic apl will go, up in the scene we original You know what I mean BEP mineral Stormin? strong for the several Barricade laid for you terribles, ho, I

i gottem'on they knees screamin' That's what the fuck i thought No matter how i part the braids Hear ya'll chatter when i rock it straight. I'ma bad bitch

, ba-ra, ba-ra Ba-ra-ra, ba-ra-ra, ba-ra-ra-ra-ra-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ra, ba-ra Ba-ra-ra, ba-ra-ra, ba-ra-ra-ra-ra I always do what I am told Jesus Christ, I

like, what? Immature for the 99 like, what? Mad at my niggas 'cuz they platinum plus Yo, I'm Ra-Ra, 'bout to tear [unverified] up Frontin' 'cuz I said I