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It was a puff of black smoke, in the air |
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I choke, then i witness two beady eyes there |
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Glare, wit no fear, pitch black |
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Waitin for the brother to attack, i tried to speak |
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I tried to talk, but my voice is gone |
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I feel like i'm on the other side, word is bond |
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But he ease up and tell me to stand still |
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I can't move at my own will, chill, i don't feel |
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That the situation cause for panickin, i'm stiff like a mannequin |
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But then again, when i felt the cold breeze |
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Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in |
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Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when i take a toke |
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I feel the body ain't no joke |
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So follow me, as i follow him |
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Into the night, and you can see the light |
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[chorus 4x] |
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I feel like i'm trapped in the world of rap |
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I feel like i'm trapped |
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[buckshot] |
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Wake up, you can kill the steady talk |
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We gon' steady walk, where? |
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First look in the eye of a needle and stare |
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Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the bdi glare, yeah |
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Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me |
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But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else |
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Cuz it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self |
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Why equals self, so why ask why, i try |
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Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed |
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Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow |
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But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to come |
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Lay back as i kick some lyrics from my dia- |
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Phragm, god damn, somebody got lost, here i am, whose the boss? |
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Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you |
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When they rescue, bd buck shot at the average group |
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Ain't nothin personal, but at rehearsal |
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I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll thick |
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[chorus 4x] |
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[buckshot] |
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One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right |
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Short height, smooth throat, that's made to float |
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And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so i remain calm |
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And drop it on the topic of the dress code |
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Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode |
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We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast |
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But how cant here be peace when the devil never cease |
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To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff |
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Outta control, i'm fed up wit it, i'm dead up wit it |
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See i'm ready for head up wit it |
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Shit it on who? back in '82, it was you |
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Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it |
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What, the rap music, i know you can't refuse it |
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But i'm here to tell you that you must lose it |
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Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go |
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[chorus to fade] |
