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one two three into the four
hit this switch I'm in the mix
trying to get my quick fix
stealing the words as if you haven't heard
I'm not balling but you keep crying
at the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
life is filled with a story book dream eating ice cream
getting busy with my lady nothing shady
when I'm on the mic its like a cookie that crumbles
chilling like a villain in my pad at home
like a lost dog without its bone
　
working overtime all is fine
a kick in your behind & we stand in line
you sit on the coach all these years pushing up tears drinking all those beers
rap is for 's just like you
biting off far more then we could chew
standing on top with my forty in my hand
dancing to the hip hop rhymes standing in line
everything is fine cause in my mind
I see a crystalized vision out on a mission
　
you call it smack cause its blown up stuff
in an evil world in quite a bit of rush we give it another push
a reason to believe getting knocked down on my knees
its the bomb thing on the street at the moment
burning the midnight oil taking to long watching water to boil
