| I used to blow dough for clothes now I’m reachin' the peak
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| Of tax write-offs cashin' in sneaker receipts
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| I’m a creature from the deep got freaks that’ll creep
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| Drop knowledge in raps but most people are sheep
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| Grim reaper to beats, I put speakers to sleep
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| The way I speak muthafuckers won’t sleep for a week
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| Insomniacs like a Saudi soldier sittin' on third shift
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| Words lift objects and make the whole earth shift
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| Was birthed with a gift when these earthlings riff
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| I’m like Galactus, comic nerds catch my drift
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| I’m spectacular, time traveler from the old days
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| I’ll blow the power grid and put us back in the Stone Age
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| A million clones were made from flows I made
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| Leave more skulls displayed than the Bones Brigade
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| I disintegrate brains leavin' domes decayed
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| Military robotic dogs and drones invade
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| The homes they raid are combed and opposers slayed
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| Folks enslaved for info the hopeless trade
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| I’m from where the average’ll get ripped up and ravaged
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| Even a crazed savage prays for safe passage
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| Somebody call the ambulance
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| I keep a gun in my jeans, and call 'em hammer pants
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| Use a sledgehammer for ants so cancel ya plans
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| You’ll have a better chance with cancer implanted in ya glands
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| I’ll tackle and stab up a woolly mammoth
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| Skin 'em and stretch the pelt for belts
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| And fresh canvas write raps and manage
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| To pull off the outlandish
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| I’m tryin' to figure how to exist without planets
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| God in training, God I’m amazing
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| A God who’s gazing through telescopes and raising
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| Life forms and worlds of beings who look to the sky
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| And pray to the A-P-A-T-H-Y
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| As far as rap, I tap into the hearts of millions
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| Got it locked like wi-fi in apartment buildings
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| I’m so resilient, y’all are so reptilian
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| Bunch of snakes and villains
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| You’re a waste of billions of molecules
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| I’m volatile, video tapin' women with hands taped
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| Even though you can’t rape the willin'
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| I was considered a jabberwocky before them suckers were dancin'
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| Imagine enhancing the insanity of Charles Manson
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| A fast learner who studied the madness of mass murderers
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| It’s like you passed a burner to someone with Aspergers
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| I’m back with a bag of the baddest automatic macs with the mags
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| Massive as a mastodon tusk to bust crabs
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| Ya flags get burned, turn 'em into dust in a urn
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| Y’all don’t know when to keep ya mouth shut, but trust me you’ll learn
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| You’re about as gully as Fern Gully buddy
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| So I’ma leave ya body bloody
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| Stab ya stunt double, injure ya under study
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| Understand me? |
| I’m like the step father up in ya family
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| Fuck ya mother, eat ya food and I’m rude and ya can’t stand me
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| And ya momma should’a opted for «Plan B»
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| I paint vivid images I’m a mutant not a human like Stan Lee
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| Official pistol packin' pussy poppin' Posse poppin'
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| More flashes than paparazzi or Miley poppin' an Oxy
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| I’m body rockin' like Rocky with Russians
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| Erruptin' rippin' production
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| Y’all are typical as political corruption
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| I’m literally disgusting as wounds scabbing and pussing
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| From blades stabbing and thrusting
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| The Hulk smashin' and crushin', I’m buggin'
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| How did y’all really expect me to feel?
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| When y’all are sweatin' Kendrick like he reinvented the wheel
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| Don’t get it twisted it was ill, he definitely got skill
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| But y’all were remixing Control like it would get you a deal
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| Crazy gay, trying to get some shine this way
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| Is like bein' a solar panel on a rainy day
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| As valuable as naked photos of Macy Grey
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| Y’all are disrespectful pissin' in the place we pray |