| Look, yeah
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| The God anonymous, honorably honoring Hieronymus
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| Eponymous, the name of the life and death of the novelist
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| The seventh son of the seventh son, it’s severing honestness
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| Conquerors conquering every catty corner of Cartilage
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| The horror is the thought of the fatherless of an orphanage
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| The force of this four fifth fold you like a contortionist
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| Arturo Gatti, I am like John A. Gotti, extortionist
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| Source of this arsenic, I am always honoring horror with
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| Pharmacists is ominous, I am human, people and what have you
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| Fourth teacher, no more less, the jux grab you
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| The looks stab you considering the moral response
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| I’m from Philly but I love what was born in the Bronx
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| Killadelph, Shambala, it’s the ball plan, holla
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| These niggas get grandfather, got them rubberband dollars
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| Christopher Wallace buildin' with Christopher Rios
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| Niggas on mics, I’m Lucio rightfully so, I’m righteously evil
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| Spitefully sticking the jagged knife right through your cerebral
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| I’m dying for people to start dying in my cathedral
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| Seagal with the toolie, Ricky D with all the jewelery
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| Underground Philly, OG rapping for Schooly
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| Listen, I’m a Piston like Isaiah
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| With Joe Dumars, in a few bars I might slay you
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| Skyscraper, higher than fly in the Las Vegas
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| Them permanently boxing with my god on a hiatus
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| Hi haters
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| I’m immaculate, accurate, I’m a graduate gradually smacking y’all
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| I’m passionate, my skill they ration it, your whip I’m jacking it
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| With your wifey and bands of cash in it
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| I’m stashin' it, the most elaborate rapper from Nazareth
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| Trapping crabs in the labyrinth, vandalizing the Vatican
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| Dicking down Mary Magdalene, spit it without a pad and pen
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| I’m adamant about smashing atoms to pieces
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| I ain’t too bright but when it comes to catching bodies
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| I’m a genius, I’m mad at polices, I’m radical Jesus
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| You travel with visas, I travel with telekinesis
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| My elegant speeches blow your wig back like when an elephant sneezes
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| I’m belly laughing at your barely relevant speeches
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| I was born inside chemicals, edible liquid dripping from
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| Mechanical tentacles in a pod with embryonic fluid residue
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| Optical scanning retinal, I’m a virtual vegetable
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| I leap outta my skeletal to open vortexical vehicles
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| I decipher hieroglyphic script on schedule
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| Get into metaphysical form for hyper dimensional travel
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| Unravel time, to the Tower of Babel
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| Ap’ll rip the Adam’s apple out you and diss you and dance around you like
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| you’re sacrificial cattle, a gat’ll fill you with shrapnel
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| I’ll grapple ya tabernacle, tip and rip it to the gravel
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| Ya fragile as fraggle bodies
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| I travel through Abu Dhabi
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| Pack the shotties that’ll split ya shell quicker than edamames
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| I’m ungodly
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| The TEC ringer, death bringer, strangulation by dental floss
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| I’ll make the toughest men feel menopause (Yes!)
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| Either you sustain my slaughter, you get a restraining order
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| Dumped your body in Philly, your brains in Florida (Ahhh)
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| My weed carriers carry pistols
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| Pallbearers, caesarean cuts rip through
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| If you fuck with this crew I send shots
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| Bogey at six o’clock, got you on the target lock (Unhh)
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| Your hard act get the Roseanne Barr laugh
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| The bar tab buy it out, peek into my studio
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| Put your head in the lion’s mouth
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| God damn it’s me, I don’t talk; |
| my hammers speak
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| I’m Tampa’s beast, digging up corpses for some sandwich meat
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| «Try to react to this verbal attack»
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| «Cause if I have to get ill, then I will»
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| Time and time again as I pick up the pen
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| As my thoughts submerge, these are those words
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| «Cause if I have to get ill, then I will» (x3)
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| «Time and time again as I pick up the pen
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| As my thoughts submerge, these are those words» |