| Yes, I feel the end, the end is close
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| The same thing happened eons ago
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| To know exactly you have to read up some more
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| Everyday technology speeds up some more
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| As is above, so is below
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| Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold
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| We are the souls, yes, we have been chose
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| Some roll with angels and demons and ghosts
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| But shh! |
| Hold up, Bob, don’t go there!
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| You know that they watching, the all-seeing stare
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| But they can’t stop me, I’m already there
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| And y’all ain’t seen shit but y’all already scared
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| I’m gone, high like fructose, fructose
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| You wanna know the truth? |
| Really, you don’t, you don’t
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| It’ll blow you out your mind, like a UFO, UFO
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| I’m basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto
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| You know, but you’ll probably be the same one hatin'
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| Sayin' every rapper is in the freemasons
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| While the cops giving out free mace to your face
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| Now how do that taste? |
| I’m outta my mind
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| These videos tellin' y’all lies, bruh
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| Tellin' y’all we holding evil hand-signs, bruh
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| Last time I checked I’m from the Eastside, bruh
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| So do your research and make your own mind up
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| 'Cause us musicians have influence on this mic
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| But they don’t like that, so they conquer and divide
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| Double-H N-D, hip hop never dies
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| So shoot all you want, but we fly
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| Because, you know, no one man should have all that power
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| Obviously ‘cause it’s only one power
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| But nevermind, y’all keep worshipping Towers
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| While the clock keeps handing y’all hours
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| But pucker up because the truth gets sour
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| More sour than the sour diesel I devour
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| Hear me by the hour, I give you 50 vowels
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| When I brain storm it’s like a shower
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| So pull out your towels, and don’t let 'em play you
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| Do your own thing, fuck what they do!
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| And if you good at somethin' make sure they pay you
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| And if not, take a thankyou
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| Whether they praise you, or whether they hate you
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| It’s all about the attention that they pay you
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| Y’all on that grape drink, try this grape juice
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| Shouts to Grand Hustle, we got that break through
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| And, yes, it’s evident we better than
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| The rest of these competitors
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| Really there ain’t no one else ahead of us
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| Yeah, I bust these verses off, et cetera, et cetera
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| ‘Cause they watching y’all like the Federers, owww
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| Kadoish, kadoish, kadoish
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| Adonai Tsebayoth
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| It’s B.O.B. |
| and I’m out. |
| Peace! |