| Ten commandments, twenty-four hours
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| The thirteenth floor was missing in the towers
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| Hm, I thought I shouldn’t be here
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| I stayed an extra day because they said it’s Leap Year
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| Who’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing?
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| Fuck it, the rabbit hit the drum and kept going
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| Each word is the church and minister
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| Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up
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| Kickin' park bench rhythms up 'til I visual a flow
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| I stay at home sick and visit her
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| Radio, I visit station nights
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| It’s kinda like their fucking visitation rights
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| This ain’t the place for my face in lights
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| I’m pipe driven living in a fucking shadowless life
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| I dilate like pay attention
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| Slow flow just arose when mentioned
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| I didn’t die lately
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| I just slept on bed springs
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| Can’t define people
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| I just see dead things
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| It ain’t just rap
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| I body ladies in one line
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| Talking slick to three chicks on text at one time
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| My scene shattered words
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| They left broke in pieces
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| Lines undone, half uncompleted
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| To be continued dot dot dot
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| Cliff hanger, my life is like I’m scaling a rock
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| And it’s on
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| I spit that oxygen fire, still the illest high
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| I spit that fly for now and feel it when it’s live
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| Move the crowd, got tools for the reddest eyes
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| Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry
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| I’m fully up to the task to pull the woolie over my face
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| Into a masked location, don’t even ask
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| It’s like damn another day in the life
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| Like keep waking up from the previous night
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| Vacation, I don’t take it often
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| I see parking lot stages and buses with bunks like coffins
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| Clear customs with weed in my Levis
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| The penalty was death but dodged Magnum, P. I
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| What up People, happy Fourth of July
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| On my street every year they fucking light up the sky
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| I get the beat nothing here, what they want me to write?
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| From the beach to the block, still banging at night |