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You can do it!
Until the break of dawn
Life, Life, and I quote by the letter
Time, Time, Prozac can make it better
Noise, Noise, any kind will do
perspective but
It’s you I never get enough
We’re always far apart

We’ve got a vicious love
We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
to school fool.
You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause
girls, I'm looking at you girls
You mix and match it girls
You dress so fly

I'm fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
Just an American girl in
you
Some don't think, a nigga like me should speak freely
Tell you tricks how I feel
With my original poetry
See, when I didn't have shit, on the street
(b****)

[Y. Hova] 
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me

[Big Boi] 
You got red dirt in your afro

[Y. Hova] 
Young Hov' in the place to be
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
[Chorus]
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own

We gonna build this bridge on our own
Original creation and let it be known
the DJ grab the record by the fist full 
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved
the DJ grab the record by the fist full 
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved
whole pack or posse 

Stupid sit there and watch me 

You can't stop the original with a copy 

Sloppy very sloppy you slouch 

Every time I bite
recreates the latest styles of 1963
With a lipstick-circled 
cigarette constantly aflame
She greets all her clientèle
By first and middle names
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
serenades, jumps on deaf ears and lands it with ease. if you're no angel, then where did you get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me. is it in
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
his Impulse like Yugo

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys
Milo always on the mix. 
The capitalistic unrealistic move with tie. 
Pitch in style step with tie rep and rec. 
Flip to the vibe I bet girls river 
Wet
becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
miss spider, you can get out and gone
But the house is on fire, and the children are alone

Hypnotized by the lies of a true believer
You gave me
hanging with the locals 

Where the catwalk got its claws 
All you fashion know-it-alls 
With your underground malls 
In the world of Harajuku
Feel the rush

They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you
Original, and I see collective, not individual
Visual, on the mic
upset. 

Short and fat with a fishnet hat, 
And a hungry cat in a nice new flat, with her Scrabble. 
Sits by the phone when she's all alone