Tom: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Hype Boys
Everyone's A Killer,
Drug Dealer With A Nine Miller
That's Not Sensible,
And I Can Sense The Bull
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That's Why These Rappers
Couldn't See Me Comin'
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Vaginas, With Spectacles
And I've Got The Testicles
To Testify The Truth
Half Of These Rappers Are Only
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Gangsters In The Booth
And They Ain't Never
Me I Be No Gangster I'm
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Just Tellin' You The Truth
Verse 2
But I Ran Up In The Game Like
Bang Bang Bang Bang
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That's Why That's Why
Everybody Keeps Sayin
'Have You Heard Sway, He's'
Nang Nang Nang Nang
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That Guy That Guy's Really
In The Game
And I've Said Why Buy This
Fe Fi Fo
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Whatever The Guy's Never Gonna
Sway All The Way From
The U To The K
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Want A Bacardi And Say
Verse 3
He Ha Ho
Gettin Over The Excuse
I've Sold An Age
I Didn't Know It Was The Golden Age
It Was The Golden Age
That's The Holden Age
You Have To Hate And Be The
Holden Age
And Slew, Play
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So People Goin To The New School
It's A Place Of Voodoo
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Cause My Control Is Like That
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And Plus The Teachers Are Few
Verse 4
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People Down In England Ain't All Wild
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But Some Places In Britain Ain't The Place
To Raise You're Child
Cause Even The Royal Family,
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Cause Everybody Knows,
Harry Don't Look Like Charles
See Me
I've Never Been To Court And
I've Never Been On Trial Boy
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Never Been To Court Even Though
What's That Thing In You're Hand,
Put It Down Boy
Cause You're Not A Killer,
Verse 5
You're Sound Boy
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Hype Boys Hype Boys
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Verse 6
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Hype Boys Hype Boys
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And The Sound It Goes
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Verse 7
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The Pound Is Stronger Than The Doller
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Holla, Sway I Ran Up In This Game
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Like A Robber Without A Rubber
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And Now I Been Around And I'm Pro
But A Couple Of Awards Now
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Round Of Applause
And Now I'm Makin Peas And
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I'm Pleasin My People
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Not Even A Jamiroquoi Hat Could
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Enough Of These Rappers Ain't Real, They Just Rappin Hype
Verse 8
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Why You Shoutin All The Time,
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Don't You Have A Mike?
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But I Run Up In The Club Like
We- Ow We- Ow
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Bust A Few Lyrics Then
Them Boys Talk To
We- Ow We- Ow
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But They Post Like
We- Ow We- Ow
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But They Got No War Time,
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This Rap Thing Is All Mine
It Will Never Be Your Time,
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Never Bruv Cos You're Small Time
And I Got More Time,
So Settle Down Boy
Before I Make You Look Like
Something Like A Clown Boy
What's That Thing In You're Hand,
Put It Down Boy
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Cause You're Not A Killer,
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And The Sound It Goes
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Verse 12
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Hype Boys Hype Boys
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Verse 13
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Are You A Liar? If You're Reply Is No,
Because We Livin A Lie And Then We Die,
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And Then We're Lyin Down
Look At My Adams Apple,
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Its Not That My Neck Hurts
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No, No, Its Just The Truth
Its Hard To Swallow
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And You Can See That I'm An Expert
So Let, Let Me Elaborate As
I Navigate Like A Husky
But Trust Me, The Truth Is,
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I Wouldn't Even Trust Me
Verse 14
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Many Will Lie In Religion That Doesn't
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Cause That's Considered A Sin And
And There's Really No Winning
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Cause Everyone Harbours A Lie
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It's Within And Its Just That
Verse 15
We're Different
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Being A Bad Liar Is Like Havin
As Soon As They Get To Court
They Get The Sentence Uffed Up
A Good Liar's Benevolent,
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With A Memory Like An Elephant
Intelligent, And Knows Exactly
When To Shhhhh
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Lies Spread Around Like Viruses So How
Cause Even The Truth Lies
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(Where) In People's Irises
So How Can I Resist I Had
To Lie To Write This
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But My Talent For Twisting Words
Has Me Tired I'm A Liars Place
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But They Don't Leave Me Alone
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Cause They Gotta Make Money
Verse 16
In
A Business Matter You
Leave The Phone
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Cause You Lie To The People And
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Leave Them Alone
You're Not A Bad Boy Now,
You Do What The Romans Do
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Especially When All Roads
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You Need To Stop Pretendin You're
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Mixtapes Are Still In Boxes
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Cause You Don't Have A Fan
What's That Thing In You're Hand,
Put It Down Boy
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Cause You're Not A Killer,
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Hype Boys Hype Boys
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Mike Boys Mike Boys
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Everyone's A Mad Man
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And The Sound It Goes
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Outro 1
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