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Ever get the feeling no ones got your back

Caught up in themselves livin lies besides the fact

Somehow youre going on an opposite track

As we recover from another social heart attack

You think you see between the lines

But you can't see through dollar signs

So sick and tasteless now

Immature and faceless how

Can I even sleep at night you ask

You say youre a pacifist

Instead you wave your fist

And all the while it becomes the end again

Make up your mind cause I can't decide

You think uniqueulism makes you dignified

You can't see with half opened eyes

You think you're standing up instead you're falling far behind

You think you see between the lines

But you can't see through dollar signs

So sick and tasteless now

Immature and faceless how

Can I even sleep at night you ask

You say youre a pacifist

Instead you wave your fist

And all the while it becomes the end again

What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision

If your life was a book your story would be fiction

Never the less

Am I dressed for the occasion?

It's #32 now here's the situation

if the beat moves you're feet then don't change the station

Pack your bags 'cause we're leavin on a permanent vacation

Well, i'm a disaster

A microphone master

Put on the tape and rock your ghetto blaster

It's not about the money cars hotels or resorts

it's about sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts

I'm Hot Chocolate and you see me runnin late

cuz i'm always making time to make your girlie feel great

And i'm Bizzy D from way down town

and i'm known to rock the mike like the

king wears a crown like i'm king of the crown

WHen i'm on top, with all that BOOTY

Hussilin' deals like Mickey moncooty

When I wake up I like a pound of bacon,

Start off the day with my arteries shakin

Rock! It's what we're all about! It's what we live for!

Come on! Shout it out! (x4)

See me in 3-D i'm comin right indirect with a dialect

most men of sciece

can't dissect

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