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Feat. Korry Deez |
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I'm on to winnin', downpayn' the condominium |
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Revivalism on some golden era tribalism |
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Shrinkin' yo heads, and then come back to when the title winnin' |
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Fine fiber, I'm from nickel with the nine iron |
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So stick to this chap raps then tickle thru yo spine wirin' |
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Durable mammals will stand up(?) and spend the time tirin' |
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Point to the start me up, party until I cardiac |
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Ground breakin', hollowless pleasures is never found wicked |
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Pussy waggon' pickin' up passengers and just thru yo town shakin' |
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Barely round to you you grounds fakin' |
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Funk with madiza get yo shit kicked in would be a sound statement |
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Cooler, simply armor rulers get ya madula in high |
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Now it's all blown, the sounds you kick is not strong |
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I'm potent wid it, hopin' that critics actually open wid it |
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Passionate quotes mash yo throats until you soakin' in it |
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After you folks laugh on the joke, but now you won't forget it |
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My shit is pompei, you ponks to what yo palms say |
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Joke division, poppin' the willy, gone wrong way |
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Instead of talkin', shut up and let the song play |
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(Verse: Korry Deez) |
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This should be farm day, you know my nom day |
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Flown, coren supreme, a-da-boom |
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A.k.a. call of the star, ark shalom |
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Peace to all the mellow goers diggin' the tune |
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I kick verse with the man from earth |
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Take words, sick them, you cursed, you're whack |
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Furthermore, not more further evolved(?) |
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I'm fffffine, with fuckin' with yo mind with the rhyme |
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Microphone down, I'm supplyin' |
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Shit, I can go and get the shine |
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Did I deserve, get outta here, you're a nerd |
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And it's revenge of the... |
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I been butter, smooth since I first been hit the grove |
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Way back, but I dare not date myself |
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Let's just say, before I put my aprons up |
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I guess the ? |
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I use use glim all my route(?) |
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I duse it, I'm about |
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It's the torch like a mission and the time is now |
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My beats are up, my rhymes is wow |
