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  • Sea Lion
  • Broken Wings
  • Escape Artist
  • Dance Monkey
  • Crack Pipes
  • The Buzz Kill
  • Gunz Yo
  • Crumble
  • Inherited Scars
  • Product Placement
  • Climb Trees
  • Bridle
  • Agony in Her Body
  • Voice Mail Bomb Threat
  • Personal Journalist
  • Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
  • Slow Down Gandhi
  • Lie Detector Test
  • Ground Control
  • Got Up This Morning
  • The Best Of Times
  • Different
  • Makeshift Patriot
  • Sun Vs. Moon
  • Runaways
  • Smoke And Mirrors
  • Civil Obedience
  • Message Sent
  • Specialist
  • Hopeless
  • Good Fashion
  • Waterline
  • Eviction Notice
  • Underground For Dummies
  • Black Sweatshirt
  • Clickety Clack
  • Cup of Tea
  • Black Out On White Night
  • Keep Moving
  • Little Houdini
  • Hell Of A Year
  • My Name Is Strange
  • High Step
  • Midgets and Giants
  • Call Me Francois
  • Growing Pains
  • Hoofprints In The Sand
  • Sun Vs Moon
  • Going Back To Rehab
  • Slow Man

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around your neck until your hangin' on my every word

Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots
I'm the DIY artist with thick grass roots
Had a couple managers as a youth
I was too young to know better but I was like
"What does a manager do?"
Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color
The other, he said to keep it undercover
Post-VIP posse, pre-Internet Nazi era
Powers of suggestion suggested I be what I'm not, and that's not me ever
From Lasienega to Meadowbrook Drive
Never looked surprised
Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives
Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena
Thirteen-year-old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic
+Follow the Leader+
Mr. Chuck was the surrogate father
KRS-One, the teacher
There I was, sneakin' into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
That doesn't make me realer than you, or faker than you
But I'm authentic, forget it
Started breakin' rules
Ten years later still hadn't stopped
Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped
A week later, smashed the trophy at a show
It was takin' up the space that I needed to grow
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