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(Biolante) |
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Fast lane! |
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...3, 2, 1, GO! |
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(Biolante) |
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Only God is judged, never plea the case |
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Oh reason where is the truth, we can never erase |
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I've fallen from Grace, black nor face |
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Ounce of green smoke, jack wit no chase |
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Peddle on the floor, thirsty for score, Fastlane |
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Destination: top of the cash game |
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See keep like a missle with mad aim |
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You can't blame |
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Missin spirits who campaign |
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A mystery at most, universal most stee is hot |
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Yup off in the knot |
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Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot |
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We be wig...nah baby that's my word I got |
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Nuff rhymes, tuff times try talkin to kids |
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Who walk around thinkin that (God) doesn't forgive |
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Life in the self is like a bid |
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And if you scared to die then you scared to live |
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Ain't it a shame dealin with the remain |
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Hennesey on the brain, travel the plane |
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(Biolante) |
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Will the copy cats twist the def traps, bliss the sex raps |
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Blind to jet black, the matters awake in response since came to life |
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Singin a seance, escape the realm |
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Bly swift like 'o' at, fake jacks a cast |
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Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax |
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Blaze trails that haven't been traveled in a while |
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Scatter clues for those who equate the style |
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(Biolante) |
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Cruisin in the Lex out the window seat |
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While I be trippin off the rhyme bop my head to the beat |
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I can't speak on delirious mood swings |
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True crowns, a helmed at the true kings |
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Tell ya take it back straighten, money makin |
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Light we sign awaken, idle mind oversaken |
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No debatin on the vestle that we navigatin |
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Gravitatin, schemin, leave 'em standin waitin |
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Specialize in futuristic mental picture paintin |
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We are slave to sick ways, I'm quenchin with thirst |
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Gift of a new day they seem like a curse |
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What we made, penetrate the charade |
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The incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade |
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Movin motionless through this masquerade |
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Loomin in the dark, but justice save a spark (Rock) |
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Like a match made in Heaven and Hell apart |
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But still one, if it's life we start |
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So real reveal, sign is sealed |
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What we feels translates to meals |
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That 9 to 5 shit is no joke, muscle in |
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Scientist but don't look upon my hustlin |
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(Biolante) |
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Will the copy cats twist the def traps, bliss the sex raps |
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Blind to jet black, the matters awake in response since came to life |
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Singin a seance, escape the realm |
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Bly swift like 'o' at, fake jacks a cast |
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Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax |
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Blaze trails that haven't been traveled in a while |
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Scatter clues for those who equate the style |
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"Look at them, those two space monsters. The one with the three heads is King Geedorah. |
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And that one's Gigan. We are controlling them." |
