| My Spidey Senses is tingling
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| Feel something God my radar is up Something going on, I feel funny, can’t tell me nothing’s different
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| My nose twitchin, Intuition setting in like Sti Vision
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| I still close my eyes, I still see visions
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| Still hear that voice in the back of my mind
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| So what I do, I still take heat, I still listen
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| I still paint that perfect picture
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| I still shine bright like a prism
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| My words still skippin through air
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| I know you can’t don’t won’t get it You square chose to ride that shit, sault with it, I’m still afloat
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| I ain’t the captain of the yacht but I’m on the boat
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| I ain’t acting what I’m not knowing that I don’t
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| You niggaz acting like you will but I know you won’t
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| Man I read between the lines of the eyes of ya brows
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| Your handshake ain’t matchin your smile
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| I can feel it in the air
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| I can feel it in the air
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| (I don’t know man, I just feel something)
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| I can hear it in your voice
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| (Something ain’t right man)
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| I can feel it in the air
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| I sit alone on my floor in the room staring at hammers
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| Ready to go bananas, two vests on me Two uzis, extra clips on me
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| I know my mind ain’t playin tricks on me
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| I ain’t schitz homie
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| Ain’t nobody dropped a mick on me Its like they trying to pop a sick on me
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| I hear this voice in the back of my mind
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| Like Mack, tighten up your circle
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| Before they hurt you, read they body language
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| 85% communication non-verbal
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| 85% swear they know you
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| 10% you know they stories
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| Man the other 5, I’mma show you
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| Just know you been pulling strings
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| You the puppetmaster, Them other bastards
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| Now watch who you puffin after
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| Play your cards, go against all odds
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| Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still amongst those stars
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| Can you feel the grim reaper floatin?
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| Foul preachin quotin’scriptures from revelation
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| Talk shit and got devil waiting
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| Body getting stiff, soul levitation
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| Why do I speak blasphemy?
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| Knowing one day they will ask for me Ask for my sins
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| No one will feel his wrath for me I go through it so you wouldnt do it after me As for me, I’m still circling the block before I’m parking
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| Not bitchin, I’m just still cautious
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| Same black parker
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| Same uzi, extra clip, still clappin wit that same larkin
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| Damn I feel an inner air you will not still here
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| There ain’t an us or a we or I’m a thing
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| Its a good bad karma thing
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| Its a song and an honest thing
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| I swear I feel something honestly |