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No can't stop me
No one like me
Yes you filthy
Yes you guilty
There's no question
I'm the answer
Afro cat, black panther
Yes I'm shining
Yes I'm blinding
Like a phoenix from the ashes
I got no cash
I move fast
Honda Civic, hit the gas
I've been walking and
They've been talking
Whispers loud and
Getting louder
But I keep pushing
I turn the music up
I got the light on
I keep on fighting
I got power, Bruce Almighty
Can't walk on water although
I haven't tried it.
If life's a plate then pain's the chicken
No I'm not lost
I bring that
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Spit fire
Walk into the kitchen
And you just ignore the dishes
Pull it, open up the cabinet
And you know what's about to happen
Reach your hand into the back
Get the bottle, pop the cap
Gotta go for the attack, uh
Side effects may include
People around you, they get confused
You were beat, teased, abused
Now you're on top, you get to choose
You got heat, you got spice
You got fire, cool as ice
Just don't get lost, you'll be alright
Take your sauce, get up and fight
Sriracha, Texas Pete, Cholula, Valentina
Tabasco, Tapatio, now you're the Hot One
Take that last dab
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