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[Hook: Alchemist & Evidence] |
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Step master, step faster |
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Step on the gas and turbo jet pasture |
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And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor |
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Dumbin' out, coming out the ghetto blaster |
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We came here to blow your mind |
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Step Masters! |
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[Evidence] |
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Campfire pow-wow, chief up the reefer |
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Three passports, four visas, keep up |
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A grey street sweeper, block runner |
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Stop, I'm not gonna |
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Plottin' now from sundown to sun up |
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I gotta run my funds up but I hope we mutual |
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I'm not a little dumb new fuck, the Usual |
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Suspects become clientele, thread 'em through the needle |
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Or the high of it, decided whether ever felt the Beatles |
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A believer till they label me a dreamer |
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Went from popular to sittin' on the bleachers and slangin' these |
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I am the truth, it's a planet dream |
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I ain't the mover, I'm the man that you hand the cream |
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The students starvin' till we packin' out the Garden |
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If we fall short of House of Blues, pardon |
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I'm out for startin' to finish shit |
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Carvin' out our images |
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This Deliverance, a Bubba Spark futuristic |
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[Hook] |
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[Alchemist] |
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Beats like this |
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Make me bang my head and beat my fist |
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On the table, ropes thicker than them ski lift cables |
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Talk slick, I'll connect both of your lips with staples |
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Like a mummy rap, but this is straight dummy rap |
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Not Easter Bunny rap, don't sleep on the paper |
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Or take money naps, I race on the track like Ricky Bobby |
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Spit it sloppy, my profession's videography |
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I'm high definition, 1080p description |
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Flipping like things that flip |
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Don't read off a script, heavyweight, I make the needle skip |
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Crush 'em like a fuckin' Dorito chip, then move on to the next |
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Lava burns heavy on the decks |
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Middle finger stretch, triple X, words that I stretch |
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Make it impossible for me to catch a breath |
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Move faster, telecaster, coming out the ghetto blaster |
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[Hook] |
