| I am who I pretend to be
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| Here and now there’s no rememberin'
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| But you niggas gonna remember me
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| Even if it’s burnin' in effigy
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| I am who I pretend to be
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| Here and now there’s no rememberin'
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| But you niggas gonna remember me
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| Even if it’s burnin' in effigy
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| Pulled out the womb under blood moon
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| Everything to follow is assumed
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| Medicine measured in bitter spoons
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| Former presidents exhumed
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| New king built his own tomb
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| Certain doom
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| Bleeding out offscreen the villain’s goons
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| Dying alone in Death Star utility room
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| Humming a tune
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| It’s only one way out the saloon
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| Gather the baboons
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| Toweled door of midtown hotel cocooned
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| ‘06 sex like incense purple her perfume
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| Called down pushed checkout to noon
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| Pepe Le Pew Skunk #1 stunk
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| Showered with the blunt You only live once
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| A thousand deaths beat em to the punch
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| She went in his phone, mostly off a hunch
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| I am who I pretend to be
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| Here and now there’s no rememberin'
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| But you niggas gonna remember me
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| Even if it’s burnin' in effigy
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| I am who I pretend to be
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| Here and now there’s no rememberin'
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| But you niggas gonna remember me
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| Even if it’s burnin' in effigy
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| Broke down side of Mutare Road
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| Sun sliding down slow
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| I assumed there was nothing dad didn’t know
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| Til the light got real low
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| Night fell/ You should see my light bill
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| Biggest house on the biggest hill
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| Bristling Brutalist atop a landfill
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| Part of him still in the hole at Fishkill
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| Crusaders come home on they shields
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| Redolent of sweet poppy fields
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| Popping pain pills
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| Watching that high school highlight reel
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| I am not who I pretend to be
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| Here and now no dissemblin'
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| You prolly won’t remember me
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| Not less I’m burnin' in effigy
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| I am not who I pretend to be
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| Here and now no dissemblin'
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| You prolly won’t remember me
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| Not less I’m burnin' in effigy
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| Memory
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| Memory
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| Memory
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| And I swear that I don’t have a gun
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| No I don’t have a gun
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| No I don’t have a gun
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| Memory
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| Memory
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| Memory
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| And I don’t have a gun |