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he doesn't need his name up in lights
he just wants to be heard whether
it's the beat or the mic
he feels so unlike everybody else， alone
in spite of the fact that some people
still think that they know him
but fxxk 'em
he knows the code
it's not about the salary
it's all about reality and makin' some noise
makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
that means when he puts it down
摩图拉办公室內，宋亚跟著节拍强烈的伴奏，將一大段rap唱了下来，然后一指艾尔，“ale's pickin' it up， let's go！”
艾尔隨即接上，who the hell is he anyway
he never really talks much
never concerned with status
but still leavin' them star struck
humbled through opportunities
given despite the fact
that many misjudge him because
he makes a livin' from writin' raps
put it together himself，
now the picture connects
never askin' for someone's help，
to get some respect
he's only focused on what he wrote，
his will is beyond reach
and now when it all unfolds，
the skill of an artist
然后是迪莱，this is twenty percent skill，eighty percent beer……
一曲唱罢，办公室里的听眾都嗨起来了，“哇哦！”玛丽亚凯莉站起来鼓著掌说道：“音乐旋律很富力量和激情，词也很好，aplus，你又完成了一首好歌，this is ten percent luck， twenty percent skill，fifteen percent concentrated power of will，five percent pleasure， fifty percent pain，and a hundred percent reason……”
她即兴比划著名嘻哈手势跟唱了几句，果然天赋惊人，听过一遍就学得有模有样。
摩图拉笑吟吟地看著她，“不如你乾脆转型当饶舌歌手算了，玛丽。”
“討厌。”玛利亚凯莉娇嗔著打了下他的胳膊。
摩图拉很受用地大笑。
“伴奏很精彩，就是短了点……”华特还是那样有啥说啥：“后面基本在不停重复。”
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