| If I ruled the world I’d be Caesar, the Wise One
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| Give a damn about your life, I guess I blew eyes, son
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| They saw me as a flash in the pan, now back in their ass
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| Could beat your whole squad and I don’t need guns
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| Where you coming from? |
| The movies? |
| You’ll see my angle?
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| Correlation? |
| Like Farrakhan in The Nation
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| Y’all all crazy
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| All brothers got my back, ask Soul, Jabari, Jason
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| I mean Problem and that’s a problem
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| That you all gon' be faced with
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| You Asaic basic, send a thank you to Viacom
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| You would’ve never made it inside the basement
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| That’s hierarchy, it’s like riding a Harley
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| You gotta reach to touch my bars, baby, I’m Marley
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| No bobbin', you couldn’t miss me like an RV
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| In a bicycle lot, when I pop you need McCartney’s
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| Paul bearers, I swear I seldom played with Barbies
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| No shots, cold cases at my bars see, ha ha
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| All the cadavers in Israel, it’s pitiful
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| War is ugly, how we kill kids over these pedophiles?
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| My stomach growls of hunger for wisdom from the owls
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| Wrap my body in towels like Ghandi and tell you all to bow
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| Wow wow, yippie yi, yippie yay, my bite’s bigger than growl
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| And I swear there ain’t no single day they don’t pray for us, uh uh
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| Back when y’all was talkin' bout y’all was number one stunners
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| I had my gun up mentally on some uh uh
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| Surrounded my circumference with homies that wouldn’t stunt us
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| Yeah, you gotta grow, baby
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| Kobe, I’m the bean, I’m bound to lead 'em to heaven maybe
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| Watch us all rise, I got them screaming like «Jesus, lady»
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| Rapsody, please save me
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| I’m the beauty and the beast, the last third’s amazing
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| Cautious, stop, go back, she’s like flags Jamaican
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| I swear if my kind rule half of y’all wouldn’t make it
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| It’s Rap |