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Right here we go then...
I'm sitting on my sofa listening to some mellowed out beat I'm sitting on my sofa dying from the heat I'm sitting on my sofa trying to get some sleep I'm sitting on my sofa because I'm not wandering the streets But it doesn't matter where i'm sitting, it's about what I'm spitting It's about the talent that you have and verses you drop And everybody knows that my shit's too hot too hot to handle, like pan on fire I'm the one that kids admire I'm the one that'll turn your girl into a liar Hip hop is demand and supply and I'm the supplier So don't you ever forget my name Or I'll find you and put you to shame I'm always on top of my game So take a picture and put it in a frame 'Cause I'm never going away, I won't ever run astray Now can you please pass me that ashtray Because I'm about set this alight, I'ma dish it out all night I am the next big thing on the scene, and you all know what I mean! |
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