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My Spidey Senses is tingling |
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Feel something God my radar is up |
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[Verse 1] |
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Something going on, I feel funny, can't tell me nothing's different |
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My nose twitchin, Intuition setting in like Sti Vision |
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I still close my eyes, I still see visions |
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Still hear that voice in the back of my mind |
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So what I do, I still take heat, I still listen |
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I still paint that perfect picture |
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I still shine bright like a prism |
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My words still skippin through air |
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I know you can't don't won't get it |
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You square chose to ride that shit, sault with it, I'm still afloat |
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I ain't the captain of the yacht but I'm on the boat |
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I ain't acting what I'm not knowing that I don't |
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You niggaz acting like you will but I know you won't |
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Man I read between the lines of the eyes of ya brows |
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Your handshake ain't matchin your smile |
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[Chorus] |
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I can feel it in the air |
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I can feel it in the air |
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(I don't know man, I just feel something) |
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I can hear it in your voice |
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(Something ain't right man) |
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I can feel it in the air |
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[Verse 2] |
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I sit alone on my floor in the room staring at hammers |
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Ready to go bananas, two vests on me |
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Two uzis, extra clips on me |
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I know my mind ain't playin tricks on me |
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I ain't schitz homie |
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Ain't nobody dropped a mick on me |
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Its like they trying to pop a sick on me |
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I hear this voice in the back of my mind |
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Like Mack, tighten up your circle |
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Before they hurt you, read they body language |
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85% communication non-verbal |
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85% swear they know you |
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10% you know they stories |
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Man the other 5, I'mma show you |
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Just know you been pulling strings |
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You the puppetmaster, Them other bastards |
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Now watch who you puffin after |
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Play your cards, go against all odds |
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Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still amongst those stars |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Can you feel the grim reaper floatin? |
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Foul preachin quotin' scriptures from revelation |
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Talk shit and got devil waiting |
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Body getting stiff, soul levitation |
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Why do I speak blasphemy? |
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Knowing one day they will ask for me |
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Ask for my sins |
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No one will feel his wrath for me |
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I go through it so you wouldnt do it after me |
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As for me, I'm still circling the block before I'm parking |
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Not bitchin, I'm just still cautious |
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Same black parker |
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Same uzi, extra clip, still clappin wit that same larkin |
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Damn I feel an inner air you will not still here |
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There ain't an us or a we or I'm a thing |
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Its a good bad karma thing |
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Its a song and an honest thing |
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I swear I feel something honestly |
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[Chorus] |
