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To the heart of the matter, the mic I shatter
So cold on the mic it'll make your teeth chatter
You climb the corporate ladder to make your pockets fatter
We be flipping styles like pancake batter
Looking through your binos spying on me
I'm running like a wino on a drinking spree
Call yourself an MC but what's the truth?
You gotta another noose inside the toll booth
Suckas sniffing on socks, chewing on rocks
My competition has the combination to the lock
You wanna get inside and then you best not knock
And then to get on you got to rock the spot
Once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
Don't keep it inside ... you got to ...
Say it! Let it out, let it out.
Scream! Run and shout, run and shout
Scream! Gotta put it out, put it out.
Say it! Gonna get it out, get it out.
Now I can feel it in my blood stream see it in the eyes
People lining up with their own demise
They have the man made troubles to monetize
Corporate violence we can't reply
You could keep 'em out of service and you're a complainer
You bust your ass, Jones, like you slipped on a banana
Like nick nack paddy wack you got to let it out
From the vine to the line to the world give a shout
Line to the line paper to the pen
A brand new dance called David Rodigan
You sure really wanna let me begin
You cant stop me rhyming when I let go
Life is good and then it gets you
Stuff you thought it comes true
Once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
Don't keep it inside ... you got to ...
Say it! Let it out, let it out.
Scream! Run and shout, run and shout
Scream! Gotta put it out, put it out.
Say it! Gonna get it out, get it out.