Тональность: F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Yes,
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making noise with the help of one fin ger,
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pull a section out of your body
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like playing Jenga. Purple Pictionary,
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for all of your trivial pursuits
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to convenience stores to get full
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instead of eating the fruits
that was pulled from the roots.
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Raw elements, eatin' ripe produce
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They tell you it ain't good for you,
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But I'm sick of eatin' foods
that don't got no use
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If you're not eatin' ripe,
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then you won't get far
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Puttin' 35 octane gas in your car
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Is it sure weight for you to have to take a trip
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To a certified quantum mechanic
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With no need to panic,
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we're having discounts
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On all parts and labor
You better do it now,
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cause it won't wait for later
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But if you break down,
we can give you a jump
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Cause we about to gash you up
with a hand on a pump
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It's not everybody waits to get served,
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We leave them unprepared,
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scared and nervous
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Can't find a rapper alive to serve us
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Just can't, can't, can't even,
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no
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It's like a plate full of toxins
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and popping oxygen pills
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Chill, the gas goes fast,
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pace the rate of my skills
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Take a face of a soul
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and bull guard thrones
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with all hard battle drills
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Stone steppin',
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describes my perception
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Lesson it takes,
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creates a surefire weapon
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The antlers crack, the traps keep yackin'
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bout the new school acts
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Beach fads an d fashion cash,
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and what happened to
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that last good rap?
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It seems like the lurker's
kept pitchin' off his passion
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Lost one, the sun always shined though,
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Stick a nozzle in his throat, pad,
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he's gassin' him up
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Yeah, I used to tag diesel,
but I'm more like a diesel truck
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You bloodsuckers gonna
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but the exhaust is too much
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No need to get away from my wish list
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No, don't need a watch like I do for myself
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No, I don't need my time
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to check like I do for myself
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Self -respect, reputation, reputation
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Hustle, not dazzle, it's all about myself
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Myself, myself,
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Keep it where you are,
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my rush more with one face
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Props for anybody else,
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Serve self, there's little space
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Good enough, man,
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on the mic that you're listening to
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Hold self down selfishly,
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I won't ask for shootin'
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Even if the skin's touchin'
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the tip of the ribcage
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Fitness wastes is cribbage
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Born alone, die alone,
I got the message
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Don't try to act like I'm
the only one
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There's a little selfishness in everyone
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Nah, you can't have
none of my drink
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Wash only my dishes within the sink
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And if there's nothin' to poke
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Lubrication is the lotion
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while I simulate the stroke
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I don't need your help
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20 on 8, I could gas my self
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While everybody waits to get served,
observe us
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We leave them unprepared,
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scared, and nervous
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Can 't find a rapper alive to serve us
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Just kid ding, kidding
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I eat myself
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Self service
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self -service
yea yea yea
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self -service
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self -service
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