The last bullet is in the stash
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Either to me or until it goes bad
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say long air
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Let me rap don't touch it
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The last bullet is in the stash
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Either to me or until it goes bad
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say long air
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Let me rap don't touch it
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Be kind, get indigestion, settle down, there's more
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If your mouth is gossiping, the potty under the hound is ready
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I wrote my signature in your brain until your wreckage is found in the middle
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In short, you are in flight with a plane whose altitude is lost;
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Your skull is broken, stop the chatter, I'll be a nuisance
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Hot guys pushin' henpecked current choke the mind
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I go through the flow bored
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split up and come out the most king
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If the Pharaoh were, he would lose this gamble, let the name of science be rap, mind
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What are you comparing me to? |
What is scale? |
I will die of laughter
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There was a king's crown in the middle before I smashed it to pieces
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I determine the scale of that shit, my order flows my priority
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Sit at home, scribble couplets and sixteen punch literature, let me claw it
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Be enchanted by the haters
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The most difficult rhymes to you are simple to me, the best is to give allegiance to me.
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And swallow dust off, every time you try is empty, your jeans are messed up, it's siphoned on
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I broke the record without leaving a tooth in my hand with pliers
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The last bullet is in the stash
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Either to me or until it goes bad
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say long air
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Let me rap don't touch it
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The last bullet is in the stash
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Either to me or until it goes bad
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say long air
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Let me rap don't touch it
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I can't come to provocations, the devil says kill your throat, immediately
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I'm still tying you fan tying me rap
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Can't talk to me primates fuckin' shit
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You took as much as you spit in the mouth of the rap and if they suck, they cry from lies
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I'm the legend on my feet
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You are in the tribune of the parasitic pop singer who did not become famous without suppressing it, let's draw the chestnut
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I will make it in one piece, cut your bread, not with such slander.
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I say give the truth to everyone, with a baby skewer and the lentils in the oven.
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The genie multiply for a living, the places where it thins are solid
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I become snow on big mountains, they jump you like a bitch from whites and they clear me
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It covers your skirts like an avalanche, no forgiveness for anyone, motherfucker
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That kitten thinks he's playing with a big coil like me
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Ten Gandalf-powered attack, found genius body in my tongue
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Coach that you probably did a cheap dance show on the icy floor
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Mine is moonwalk and mic foot on the battlefield, the tip of the barrel
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Remove it, the carcass is polluting the floors, it's existence is the crime
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The last bullet is in the stash
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Either to me or until it goes bad
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say long air
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Let me rap don't touch it |