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They say music can alter moods and talk to you
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
At the same time, can make you dry your eyes
With the same rhyme, see, what you’re seein’
Is a genius at work, which to me isn’t work
So it’s easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak
It’s tongue-in-cheek, I’d yank my fuckin’ teeth
Before I’d ever bite my tongue, I’d slice my gums
Get struck by fuckin’ lightning twice at once
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie
André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me
But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any fuckin’ ability
To even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don’t we make a bunch of
Fuckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?