Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read
Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
No more money, no more fame
It’s not a game, hold your dame
Since napster the sales been crashin' and
No preference, irrelevant
No groom husband, no bloom
I need a little room
Big homie hov said i am close
No, no, we are not those
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
No conscience, no need for resilience
Had i not been exposed to these things
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