| Deep as the Hebrew carvings on the side-walls of the slave ships
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| What was the gift that we gave then, if the gift was to cave-in?
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| There ain’t no meat burning or cheek turning
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| You don’t wanna speak when I teach the OG learning
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| I just deliver the scripture, this is indeed sermon
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| I keep the heat burning
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| So from the tongue of the chosen spews kelvin
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| Watch the tail spin of the pale skin, oh well then
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| Express yourself then, thot
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| If the energy in my words could spark in the universe
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| The combination of letters, cash, spells me
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| Hell, the melanin in my skin makes me more than mankind
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| But human, a ghetto dweller, a jew man
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| Why does he feed this congregation?
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| Proceed to lead while the flock is in meager accommodation
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| He’s eager for domination
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| The reason for all this hatred
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| They spending money in the hood, but the preacher takin'
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game
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| They say the good die young, well riddle me this
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| How am I still this good? |
| Literally it’s
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| Like I’m shadow boxing
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| I’m number one, I didn’t have an option
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| I’m cooking beef like I’m cattle-prodding
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| Lady, get your baby 'fore I abort him
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| He old news, Bill Bonds, Mort Crim
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| I’m the headlines in my city limits
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| It’s bedtime if I feel he trippin', strap well
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| If he isn’t? |
| My niggas is fully dedicated to semi-grippin'
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| And let the bitch blow like Billy Clinton
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| See, I’m the law where I’m from
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| With a lot of hard work and some practice
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| You’re looking at what ya’ll can become
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| I’m a legend and a staple, got my name off Rap
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| I ate off my words while others ate off Pac’s
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| Now I got my Jews shining, where Adolf at?
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| I send you through a ring of fire just to tame ya’ll cats
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| Killers
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game
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| I was raised off of «What up though?»
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| Jock me later, rise and fly with the cutthroats
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| We online, every man for they self
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| It’s rec time, player 2Ks, one nine, a two-way shock creator
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| Who got next? |
| Well, I got now
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| And I’m streaking with slashers
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| They all leaking, we crashing with glass cleaners
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| They stretch four like a Horseman
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| Cool 'cause I endorse it
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| So please protect the rim 'cause these shots above it’ll scorch it
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| But I’m fortunate
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| Empower my people who help and repair the fortress
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| Sour diesel, this easel boy, I can paint you a portrait
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| painted porcelain, thoroughly painted in Porsche'
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| Segregated misfortunes
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| We registered these torches with educated enforcement
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| Married to common sense of us, separate it, divorce it
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| Been on the move, play it cool while I make the money
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| I used to get my last, when I couldn’t they tried to take it from me
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| You ain’t going nowhere
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| It’s the hardest
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| That’s my claim to fame
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| Longevity baby
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| Built in the game |