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The Great Omnipotent Doc Strange is my name! |
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Six-six-triple-eight-four-six-nine-nine-three |
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Never don't try find me |
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Why? Why? Cause I'm lost in the clouds |
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N9ne? Earregular boss in the house |
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[Verse 1] |
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I don't hear what you hear, nigga |
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Because I hear different you label me a wierd nigga |
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I like that, and I like mixing dark and some clear liquor |
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For the night cap, although we ain't the same I cheers with ya |
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Then I'm right back, listning to doors records |
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While I get groupie whores naked |
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If it's a blood and gore message, in a movie I'll sure catch it |
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My brain's a vorplex it, got many levels, your message |
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Make a nigga want to ignore that shit, y'all pissy poor, that's it |
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Intricate bred I'm a bit, pompous, if I want it, that I'mma get |
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While you're mad at your bitch |
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Cause you know she at the back of the bus kissing the tat on my dick |
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You gotta be sick, then I had her, thick anatomy, hit with the flattery tricks |
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Stagger these raggety battery pricks |
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Snake and bat ain't average, that'll be quits |
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On one, two, three, my nigga! |
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Doing four much with five, I be, my nigga! |
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Six thousand and seven hundred degrees, my river! |
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Eight earregular mind state, but it fried N9ne's liver, huh?! |
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[Hook] |
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(x2) |
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Earregular, we're nebula |
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Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya |
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Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya |
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Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas! |
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[Verse 2] |
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I know that my style is diff'rent! |
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Meanwhile I get frowns and lips bent |
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He better know, we let it go, flee, never throw, glee at a ho, see that a pro |
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Will make the sounds breaking down the distance |
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I get my psyche blown, when I sit and write these songs |
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Then I fuck with my Nikes on: |
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"Plop, plop, plop, plop!" |
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To the women it might be wrong, cause in the middle of the night he gone |
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And the wife of the night she's home: |
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"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" |
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So many sicknesses that I get medicine, I get it up off a nigga |
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But it can never disappear, I know many get with this |
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But it's a couple of really stupid individuals looking for the N9na fate |
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Cause I innovate, and I be the Yates, they can disintegrate |
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Guess my sin it begins with the number before ten |
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And being a clown, always been and raised! |
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When I rhyme my design isn't mindless |
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You can find Tech, flowing up the divine stretch |
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Never spineless, spider K's a rhyme vet |
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And we ain't the only earregular since I got Stevie, Mayday and I signed Ces |
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[Hook] |
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(x2) |
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Earregular, we're nebula |
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Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya |
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Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya |
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Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas! |
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[Verse 3] |
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Y'all motherfuckers stuck on stupid |
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(Duh!) |
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I tried to slow it, but my flow's no lucid, thing |
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I gotta be clever to do |
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"This Ring" |
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You can feel it if you 67 or you 15 |
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("Aggin!") |
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Yeah, that's |
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"nigga" |
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backwards, Tech N9ne be that spitter master |
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With a Cris, with her mugs, and I'm with a grasher |
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Let a chick on the bus and I'm finna smash her |
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Could have been a bastard |
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Swimming in cash and the laughter, I'mma sinner faster |
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Better get a pastor |
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[Hook] |
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(x2) |
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Earregular, we're nebula |
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Dear secular listeners, we're here next to ya |
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Giving you fear messed with original weird stress for ya |
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Peer pressure, the ignorant near deaf niggas! |
