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(Killah Priest) |
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Insane, my bad brain's insanity |
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Damage me, how can this be? |
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Bronchitis, the itis and sinus |
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Take out the tongue |
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Rubber gloves are the nicest |
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Supplier for the writer |
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Arthritis bones break easily |
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Too much toxins, I need antioxidants |
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I spit Grammys out my oxygen |
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My only family - the hood doctrine |
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When I was just an infant |
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The streets grabbed me reached thru the semen cavities |
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Took my pacifier out and put the concrete in my teeth |
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Breast fed me, grey goose, celeb G |
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Y'all ain't ready; they took me out the crib |
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With numbers across my bib |
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Moms lost her wig, when jail is just an auction |
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Depending on the numbers of ya bid |
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Niggas running under the bridge |
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Train station, the A train, triple six |
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Do you blame Satan, or God? |
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Would you sleep in ya bed or a morgue? |
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(Hook) 2x |
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Be careful who you follow |
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Be careful on what you swallow |
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In hell's frail, pass the L |
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Keep ya eyes on the bottle |
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Cuz if I die, those niggas die |
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It's all thought out in the third eye |
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Feel me? |
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(Killah Priest) |
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we follow drug dealers as Jesus |
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Look at the prophet like a Caesar |
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Dresses miracle, preferable leaders |
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Or a gun handlers |
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Number of the Beast is branding us |
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Mind damage, slumped posture under the cameras |
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Cracked cardiovascular, Dracula passed the massacre |
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The passages, aborting reality planes |
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So foul allow me to explain, young child in the chains |
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Society now has changed, groupies, kufi's |
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Gauge and graves, toolies, bad movies get paid |
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On the roof with the Uzi, popping shit |
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A mouth with the loose leaf |
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Empty clips, enemies get hit, fly shit |
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(Hook) |
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(Killah Priest) |
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A gangster glory, bed full of benjamins, having orgies |
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Sneak boxes off the floor at least four feet |
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Jury basements, a brewery, cases of champagne |
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Painting's costly, maidens |
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Other bosses talking in foreign languages |
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40 acres testing aiming |
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Flossing and dressing |
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Walking with ya boys out ya arraignment |
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Priest glory, UFO boarding |
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Able to foresee the Moorish King |
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Strange dudes talk to angels |
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Beam up great wings |
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Brush against the thick walls of the other planets |
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Writing rhymes, they lighting kinds of men |
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Species and women, my streets never made me creepy |
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Goosebumps - only if you front |
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Street Gods and gangsta devils |
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The USA ready to nuke 'em |
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Mantineum, the kingtanium |
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Priest ready to introduce 'em |
