| In the mind’s eye, drafting the cloud
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| Talented tenth, I hope my nigga writing manic shit
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| Apparently ghost of James Van Der Zee
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| In the parlor flicking cameo classic pattern see
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| I witness leather with twee in brown water
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| I’m up late couple stacks shorter, reluctant block offer
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| Slack soldier in sloppy quarters, never tucked the corner
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| Hair natty, trouser high water, in the business of expanding borders
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| Brick and mortar, falling forward, creeping out the back door
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| Brass flashing charges without a warrant
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| Attempts at sabotaging my consortium, planet black tar
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| We long way from the orient the hoarded in
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| Huffing hot air like accordion, brown stone Victorian
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| Same spot you last saw me in, this is not a gallery
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Gun in hand, like it’s a free country
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| Give 'em all something lovely, they damn near did the duggy
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| Silly putty, idle hands did a cruddy
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| It’s two kids, baby coming and it’s getting ugly
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| Two Seans young gods freshly blunted
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| Grandma, your sister, and her husband
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| Warm roof, no heat, use the oven
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| Man, children hunched low ceiling
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| Got punch, kneeling, pray to God they stop dealing
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| Ammo dump, brazen, cousins in open cases
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| Older daughter storm chasing, palm razor
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| Mom, it’s a lot of haters!
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| All over me, Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me
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| Babylon just all over me |