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311 Song Lyric:
Damn
Word up, I'm talking to you
I'm making dope rhymes, that's what I do
Like a mad man, you know it's bad man
I slam a good goddamn
Well I've been burned so goddamn badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead I'll make a fist, yeah
And make my own good news
Take my advice, yeah
You'll pay the price
Make it funky like this...
Good god.....Damn
I drop a syllable like "yo"
What else is dissin' me
Huh, it's pissin me off
Rock me baby, WHAT!?
You don't mean that crap
But what the hell, if it sells
Damn, you're a sham
No thank you ma'am, BITCH!!
Oh, I've been burnt badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead I'll make a fist, yeah
And make my own good news
Take my advice
You'll pay the price
Make it funky like this!!!
Good goddamn, tell you what, alles klar
And the nightmare of publicity begins
This is the time to find who are your true friends
I drain my brain, to be original
Build character, aboriginal
American music is what I grew into
To my detractors Fuck you!!!!
I say we fear no evolution
Stand up, musical revolution
Follow me because we can never stop
And we'll never give
Cause this is how, we breath and live
And some of them whine
And some of them bitch
They cannot do it, we'll never switch
We do it for ourselves, we do it for you
If you don't like it well, I hope you do
 
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