| Hi again, it’s me hoes
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| Ridin' with my mijos
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| Arrivin' at casinos
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| As I’m lighting up a weed roll
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| Fly in my tuxedo
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| High as fuckin' eagles
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| Biased with an ego
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| Try us, get your cheeks poked
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| Your sinuses will be slow
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| I’m tryin' to strike your cheek bones
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| These Heinekens will be throned
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| Your highness will be dethroned
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| Got this urge to break your vertebrae to thirds
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| Used to spit, but nowadays I’ll just regurgitate the verse
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| We’ll play em on this verse to make it worth
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| All this work I’ve gave it just to say I’v earned a pay from words
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| Quickly, sorta slow
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| Bitch, I got a soldier soul
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| Spittin' till my throat is sore
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| Sick that I need
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| System overload
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| This will give you no control
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| Listen to this flow to grow
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| Wisdom from a poet pro
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| Stuck with rappin' and I managed not to switch plans
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| You can’t imagine how much shit I’ve had to withstand
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| Crazy, out here was patient
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| And now he’s making shit you copy
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| I don’t say this to be cocky
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| But it’s… X3
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| Started splashin' the sink
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| Hardest tracks that he brings
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| They often ask what he thinks
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| How he thought of that shit he sings
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| Walk back and get jinxed
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| While I start slammin' these drinks
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| Rock my ball cap with a mink
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| You’z a small cat to a sphinx
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| We active with grown visions
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| Magic, the flow-igician
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| Dope shit makes hoes listen
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| Got no clique just a coalition
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| I took a mic and chose
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| To write the most to light your rolls
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| Bookin' flights for shows
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| Am I supposed to strike a pose?
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| The way I psych my foes
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| Recitin' notes that I compose
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| Cold as ice it goes
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| You hoes might go and wipe your nose
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| All my life I’ve roamed inside my dome
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| To find my zone
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| I found it bro
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| By downing ice patrons and lighting dro’s
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| On this microphone
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| I strike a ho with lighting bolts
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| Poltergeist your home
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| Own your life and swipe your soul
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| Five nas got your baby’s momma tryna bone
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| By the morning her aroma gon' be my cologne
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| Best reefer with cold wine
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| Lets creep through my own mind
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| Lets see what we gon' find
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| As I get deep as a cold mind
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| Stress seems to be on high
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| Less sleepin' but more grind
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| Wreck beats with these raw rhymes
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| I sex freaks in my off time
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| The kid’s swipin' your conscience
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| This might get you nauseous
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| But I’ll stick a spike in your socket
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| As I sit and strike you with objects
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| Hit you right where your top is
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| Then ditch you while your unconscious
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| Then hitch a flight to the tropics
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| Keep the trigger right where my cock is
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| My talent established that
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| I’ll strike down any average cat
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| That twice around in my habitat
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| Try to challenge this savage rap
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| Get damaged and that’s a fact
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| Kid scratchin' your cataract
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| We’ll shatter your backward bats
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| My bitch bad to do acrobat
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| Lyst is on that a spit
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| Hot shit, you the opposite
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| Get my cock licked
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| In the cockpit of a rocket ship
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| Do I talk too quick?
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| They can’t control the beast that’s over B
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| He’s off the leash
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| Spits his poetry
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| That’s so unique right over beats |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Crazy , by - Anilyst. Song from the album Syllable Sliding Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп