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What's he doin here? Man he doesn't belong Same stories appear Same shit all along Shit what am I doin I risked it all my career coulda been ruined But every time I hit the roof to keep movin The outside world wont say I'm proven Used to being called a shoe in But now I gotta log on just to make you tune in Time for me to land cuz I just flew in But the concrete runways just too thin So I set up shop and just move in Rents all free don't wanna sell you shit Rest on me cuz I'm the new kid? Never worth the struggle of a girl with loose lips Can you see the trouble with gettin looped in? If we all fight back can we tell who wins? Never Man What's he doin here? Man he doesn't belong This fool? Don't believe the hype This tool, he's too damn white Same stories appears Same shit all along He can't rap about that Plus he only flows over beats he jacked Could it be better? I don't think so I just heard myself on your girlfriend's ringtone She played it to a friend, and she told you That's a little showin of word of mouth dude I gotta clue, but the puzzle vague So we like to cruise around put the pieces in place I just wanna be on stage with some people that rage And turn a party in the day into an all night thing What's he doin here? Man he doesn't belong This fool? Don't believe the hype This tool, too damn white Same stories appears Same shit all along He can't rap about that Plus he only flows over beats he jacked Accept my objections Claim myself Check my reflection Stayed myself Sense the rejections Trade myself Nah, I can't do that Yeah didn't take to long, To raise my hand and get called upon Can't tell me right from wrong Cuz I been witness to what lies beyond Sticky gloves, cuz I gotta hold on What am I doin? Man I'm just havin fun Ya it seems crazy but a minute ago My name was Mr. Alexander always sittin at home Till I got ahold of my microphone And fiddled round with the basics in my zone I knew it all along, I could hold my own Spit a couple jibs, to my favorite songs All the people that I love would come to my shows And the evil that don't like me even hate me some more Carry soul, don't fit the mold, Sharpie bold when my tongue unfolds Stay positive and true, cuz love is gold Feed me the moment, and I'll never let go New kid is what I'm told In a brand new role, so lets roll Rookie status were fresh out the door man Let it roll
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