| Once was blind but now I rhyme
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| See girls like Chekhov, woods lone and kalashnikov
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| Banana clip, lingering cough, 007 huffing dust off
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| Bodega drink a molotov, killed the bottle mazel tov
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| Liquor before liquor, never been sicker
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| Coyote trickster, archetypal nigga, the kid stays in the picture
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| World spinning, double visions, two paths
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| Both lead to prisons, catch-twenty-two missions
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| They gave me the decision, the sword or the cross, how Christian
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| have risen, shadowboxing mujahideen apparitions
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| Once more into the breach, you know this speech
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| It’s an old story, gold, God, and glory
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| Huck Finn and Nigga Jim, emancipated by a cotton gin
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| Bone like Cain, mark on my skin, untouchable born in sin
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| Ten slave kins, some get born again
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| From a five to ten, he’ll turn to tenements filled to the brim
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| With invisible men struggling to sea across the seven seas
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| God death to all please, pharaoh use you as he please
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| Work’ll set you free, the chains tight, thirty g
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| Four hundred years plantation or penitentiary
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| Still America’s most wanted, all eyes on me |