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Life be fooling me, society is screwing me |
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It's entrapment so I see no future days |
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But the dead is schooling me, my thoughts are jewelry |
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So hopefully longevity my creativity is appraised |
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Everytime I flow, whether fast or slow |
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I illustrate and complicate like paintings from Van Gogh |
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I cock my brain back like a TEC-9 |
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I bust rhymes off, I let my mind shine |
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Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes antifinite |
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Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley everytime that I write |
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Your matter I'm space, matter in space is weightless |
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Scatter when chased, duck motherfucker or be faceless |
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Verbal gangbanger, world changer, black Jesus |
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The bacon ripped to pieces with my murder thesis |
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Paralyzed I kick ass, telekinesis |
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That's physical communication through terror brain sensation |
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Sometime I feel like death is getting closer |
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The streets is so cold but hot like a toaster |
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The electric chair is here, yo Cuomo try to stop it |
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But that punk ass nigga Pataki put the plug back in the socket |
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Push the red button, light the match |
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Blow this motherfucking world up and let's start from scratch |
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When World War 3 come, it's time to leave |
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Omega rewind back to Adam and Eve |
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No bygones are bygones, streets turn to Saigon |
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I'm capping 'em before they take me out |
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That shit ain't happening |
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FCC, break the codes that I'm rapping in |
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Phones tapping in, cameras in the crib are mapping in |
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Fuck the Klan or any man who hide behind politics and bibles |
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To stop me from survival |
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No longer do I contribute to genocide like I did |
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I chop trees; I plant seeds for the kids |
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But when this war come I'm flipping wigs |
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Power to the people, fuck these evil pigs |
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So burn to ashes, in God we trust |
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I turn the wild to a pile of dust |
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And I halt rotation, world stop turning |
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Mind missiles, Earth starts burning |
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Bone gristle, traces behind |
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One more time, erase mankind |
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Create from dust, trust insight |
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Unlock darkness, shed light |
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Beam touch soil, heat magnification |
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Volcanoes boil, next step vegetation |
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Reproduction, subtract clouds of gloom |
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Beauty born through destruction and doom |
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MF Ebola, quarantine the vocal room |
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Locals die soon, once inhale my deadly tomes |
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I'm killing billions to make room for me to get up |
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Then I raise the dead up, I speak for those that's fed up |
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But won't let up, crucifix, birds picking at me |
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Tapes seized like I'm Nixon see |
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Rikki Tikki Tavi, snakes hissing at me |
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Life's a bitch, bitches blowing kisses at me |
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Niggaz get jealous, get the guns spitting at me |
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And to God I pray, but oh the shit he say |
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You wouldn't believe it in a million years (No) |
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You'll be horrified, crucified, stoned by peers |
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As the lynch mob cheers |
