| My secret identity, hidden from my friends and my enemies
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| The origin of power where I harness my energy
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| My fortress deep within the forest
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| Bones liquefy, my skeleton and my body turns formless
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| Mass men metamorph shapes and teleports
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| Leave a trail of corpses, attack with hella-force
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| Meet me on the heliport, we goin' to Gotham
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| Shatter Batman’s back with a bat to his spinal column
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| 'Cause I fucked Vicki Vale without a condom
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| He caught us in the act, now the memory haunts him
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| I’m the wickedest villain, spillin' chemical on your children
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| That’ll turn 'em reptilian inside a scientific buildin'
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| I’m killin' about a million little innocent civilians
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| And chillin'; |
| still in my secret location on top a hill an'
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| Narratin' this adventure like Stan Lee
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| I narrowly escaped, time to start up my plan B
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| I’mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| I’mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
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| «You are the lowest of the low
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| And the meanest of the mean
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| And the baddest of the bad.»
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| My secret identity, created by corporate entities
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| To brainwash the youth that emulate me
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| And sell them empty celebrity insanity
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| Until they finally celebrate their own enemy
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| Scumbag drug dealer destroyin' communities
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| Treatin' women like punchin' bags with impunity
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| Pushin' the poisonous purpose with no immunity
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| A loser stayin' high every oppurtunity
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| I’m a slave to the man’s plan, exploitin' the damn dam
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| Profited from death like a Klansman
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| Ignorin' history, ignorance is bliss
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| I’m a tool for the prison industry makin' 'em rich
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| A wannabe killer sellin' crack to the children
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| RiFF RaFF actin' like a just to make a million
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| Kendrick and Pusha T, same shit different beat
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| Schoolboy trash, litter in every street
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| A base head like Chief Keef shoulda stayed in school
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| Never a Wiz, too faded like damn fool
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| Pretendin' I’mma boss, like Ross fakin' game
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| Unoriginal like A$AP bitin' name
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| I never learned from my elders, been in the system
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| Too busy buyin' crap like Gucci to ever listen
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| Fancy trash like Iggy fakin' shakin' ass
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| Cookie cutter rap, pure wack for the mass
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| All these wannabe Little Wayne monstrosities
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| Rappin' like they probably constantly practice sodomy
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| Same squeaky voice flow and topic, B
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| A copy, of a copy, of a copy, straight monotony
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| Mac Miller, G-Eazy gotta be kiddin' me
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| We gotta stop, Hot 97 is killin' me
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| My brain’s rotten, all this negative hostility
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| But I can’t 'cause I’m caught up in the system see
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| 'Cause I’m delusional like Eminem thinkin' he’s a top five
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| Rap God, spittin' all those meaningless wack bars
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| Makin' me laugh hard, a grown man
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| Actin' like a child is irresponsible, wasted power
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| 'Cause if you ain’t sayin' nuthin' don’t include your name
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| Among Kris, Chuck, James, Rakim, and Kane
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| God MC’s that uplift to fight the power
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| Not like these tough guys frontin' when they really cowards
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| Got me thinkin' that I wasted my life
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| Idolizin' bums time to get myself right
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| And stop livin' in this villainous fantasy
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| Gotta remove the mask, time for a Plan B
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| I’mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| I’mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
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| Thinkin' of a master plan
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| Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plan B , by - IllusSong from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп