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You might be the proud new father |
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I am their future martyr |
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Who slaughters like blood is the new water |
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Who's darker, who owns a tooth sharpener |
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Who's partner is a fool for his tool carver |
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No disputing, refutings, no eludings |
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Just shootings, feudings, no undoings |
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No diffusing, abusings, unexcusing |
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Shoestring removings becoming behooving |
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They don't pay me to kill but to stop killin' |
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I don't hold my ends of the deal, I should start billin' |
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Any lesser of an evil is not fulfillin' |
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Don't text your house cleaner for a mop spillin' |
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You're the trailer, teaser, I'm the feature |
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You ail, you're weaker, I am neither |
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I'm a leader, you're a cheater, deceiver |
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Easier, a receiver, breeder! |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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Musical martyr who do it harder |
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Fresh to death, like a French funeral parlor |
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Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars |
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France holla, anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala |
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A black and white collar, grimy like crack pipes schwala |
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Trying to get a rap life dollar |
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Still spit it for shelltoes lottos with the velcros |
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It's killa code I dun did it till hell froze |
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Old school Guc jacket dirty elbows |
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My boombox blast the heavens |
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I talk shit, stuck bibles in the ass of reverends |
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They wonder what faith he is, |
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Is he Muslim, Christian, or Atheist? |
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It don't matter, brain splatter just take a clip |
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Only present, ain't no way to escape the clique |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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This a drama theme, you a faggot rapper drama queen |
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My body work is vicious quick enough to rock your spleen |
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Ain't nothin' funny sonny, even Vinnie's glock is mean |
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Steady with a machete ready for me to chop your team |
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How is Bush still here, we shoulda been shot him |
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Hologram, Taliban, call me Vin Laden |
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You a new jack hustla, Vinnie been clockin' |
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You a new jack sucker, Vinnie been rockin' |
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I ain't hear you sucker, come a little closer |
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Close enough so I can rock you with a mini roaster (x2) |
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(Chorus) |
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these the last words of a nigga who's stressed |
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shit on my mind, i cannot live, am i goin through death |
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my first rhyme could be my last dependin on whos next in gods book nigga |
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im not shook imma take it like a crook nigga |
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[Doap Nixon] |
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Everything ain't always what it seems |
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Either I blow steam, or fall back and blow cream |
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Cuz, the left hand's for the position of mic |
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I made a nigga went himself when the mission ain't right |
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I'm on some OG shit, go fishin' at night |
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Scrub the jewels with toothpaste so the glisten is right |
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Fuckers, I'm on a level that you can't ignored |
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I prefer a boxcutter til' your face start to drip and pour |
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Catch me and Reef eating on South Beach |
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Smackin' niggas so hard that his head leak out meat |
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Salute me or you better speak out peace |
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Cuz cats smoke so much oil niggas leak out grease |
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We play everyday just like the weekend |
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...and the A to the O to the T to the P in this bitch. |
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[Celph Titled] |
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Surgeon General's Warning: |
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I'm surgically injuring informants to resemble invalid deformed kids |
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Satan's orphan born force to contort ribs |
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Expand my land look at what one golf course did |
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Nine irons and three woods, goons with the spikey bats |
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Ali Baba swords swoosh-shaped in the Nike bag (damn) |
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Ask around they say for real "I'ma a rider man" |
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Ladies love my sniper aim 'plus they like my tiger fangs' |
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Spiders came, Oh!, from my grave when I rose out |
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Looked at the sphinx and, I chiseled the nose out |
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Fo'shizzle there's no doubt, the military unit of the Tibetan black magicians |
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Is here to make exact incisions |
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With radioactive equipment |
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And have you stabbed quick through your cheek flesh like we bass fishing |
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So crabs listen, their is no ass kissin' |
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Sloppy with my work, do my dirt with my mask missin' |
