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[Intro] |
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I needed to focus |
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(Laughs) *******t |
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You live for that moment |
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(Laughs) |
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That's funny |
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THAT'S FUNNY! |
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[Verse 1] |
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Let me begin by descending my hands into the essence |
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Feet are rooted in soil using Atlas as leverage |
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I've been here since bacteria was bubbling |
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The world was just puddles and |
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Land mass was snorkeling forever so let us |
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Prey upon these rappers eating lettuce |
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You *******es never ill enough to cypher in my presence |
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Wearing this food chain upon my neck |
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Equator on my hips, hold the earth inside my breast-t-t-t |
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(Goddamn!) |
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Hold the earth inside my breath |
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Cause I tell you bout this life until I'm clutching at my chest |
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That's right, your boy's doing it to death |
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I'mma do me and you can worry 'bout the rest |
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We never sleep, we ain't worried 'bout the rest |
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Till my big ******* is six feet under, that's when you'll love me |
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Bathrobe and shorts bumpin playboy bunnies |
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Long hair, don't give a ******* about your homie |
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Head up with the vision and the weave, and walk slowly |
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If I ever hear you talk lowly about the boy low key |
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It's over, respect due like library books, primarily |
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A nice guy with fiery hooks |
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These words leave them shook in every cranny and nook |
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They smoking bammer with their mans hoping I never look |
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As they should, tell him I'm up in his hood |
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Looking like a ******* lumberjack and chopping his brood |
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It's popping like the opera when I get this head |
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But when I get this bread, call me the phantom of the pasta |
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Kafka-esque, your wallet look like it's doin the Atkins |
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My mind's spread like tough actin' Tinactin |
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You gotta drop the mic when you talk about back then |
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This isn't back then, no country for wack men |
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Don't let me justify my terrible action |
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Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems |
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Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems |
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Minerals and gems |
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[Outro] |
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I'm in the cut (So what?) |
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So give it up (So what?) |
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Player, if you're fronting on me, you're ******* up! (So what?) |
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I kick it from the sea (So what?) |
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To the space (So what?) |
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And I'm just giving you people a little taste (So what?) |
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And if I'm in town (Ok) |
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Don't turn around (Ok) |
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Keep it moving like you didn't hear a sound (Ok) |
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Cause I'm a champ and I don't play around (Ok) |
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So if it ain't a pound, I don't want your ass around |
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I don't want your ass around |