What's Real?
You think you’re all that
You’re as real as can be
Have you changed your style
Out of screaming envy?
Have you had second thoughts
Because of someone else’s opinion?
I’d never change my mind
Because no one is my dominion
While you follow others
I create my own path
I lead my own life
So you do the math
And when you come running
Trying to bite my style,
I’ll put you in exile
Because you’re foul and in denial
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