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[Adam WarRock] [Verse 1] Yo it's a dirty game I understood that Before Zulu nation wanted their hood back Cold crush wanted their books back and looked at Kane wanted his hooks back Yo good look cat I'm sick of rappers always talking the same And marketed lame And walking the same steps before them Cause footprints in the dirt wash away So i'm walking to get there the fastest I can afford them Some call me nerdy Some call me a gimmick But i made more in the digital market Than you can mimic While your shit sits at Best Buy Marked down on clearance Radios still payola But nobody ever listens Listen I'm here to rap about your interests, children And inside them sits the wisdom chilling Cause i've been chilling since '93 til infinity Willing this music out of the dark corners That nobody lives in [Hook] X 2 Yo The audience is listening So tune in to all you've been missing While you've been sitting And waiting for something just slightly different The show's ready to start in a minute, kid [Verse 2] Look ma, no hands I didn't plan for this I didn't save for the future A couple grants for this I put it down for this To make the sound like this I make the music So clap, clap your hands to this Categorize my style I guess i found my niche I blew it up and exceeded my cross-over appeal with To seen it built i give it up to hold us down in this [?] And Frontalot still holds the crown in this, yeah I never aim for the present Like Jewish kids at Christmas I just aim for the future Like shooting infants And i do business with flu-ish symptoms Cause i'm sick, give me five mics I blew in them with cruel intentions That's for your sister Your brother, your mother too I'm on the run Like butter bun[?] Drilling holes in your shoes Me and viks got you sea sick From the way that we cruise And rap's a risky business But that's what we gotta do [Hook] X 2