| Data madden galactic flows
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| Shitty crack bundles litter my path back home
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| Following looping drones over familiar smoker’s cough
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| Pipe glass scorch third-degree
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| Every verse curse the beat, purposefully
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| That’s word to me
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| Everything begins with intention
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| Pending addendum to the book of coming forth by day
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| Lose your life trying to ride this wave
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| Damn straight, cream rise like tide
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| I’m taking mines off top
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| Knowing what it’s like to cha-cha slide
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| When it’s time to pay
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| I’m good at these ghetto games
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| I’m good at these ghetto games
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| Brains got blue, coop he’s flew
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| Few states remove
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| Titty deep in the Gullah swamp with a view
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| Flora, fauna and bandwidth drop me a line
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| I eat too much pussy to be a Rasta
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| Smoke 'em if they got 'em
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| My first pull was chocolate from a chalice
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| Many mansions, many mansions
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| Slanted room of solid ground
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| Scenic with rocky route
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| Too sweet, pull a tooth, free screamings
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| I told papi to chill on selling babies Hot Takis and blue juice
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| They weighed me down
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| Black crow perched upon chimney pipe
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| Dark as your worst night
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| Heroin dealers crane they necks against the absence of light
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| Curses and stones thrown, but it didn’t take flight
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| I laughed at how they tight
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| Called on god between moans
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| But can’t shake the feeling she faking, homes
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| My last meal was my own heart
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| You’ll take the deal, if you smart
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| Better yet, time’s a flat circle
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| Take the wheel and depart
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| It’s you or them, it ain’t no friends
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| Guns come out with the icey men
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| Here we go again, again
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| I only write for the dead, who sinned of the flesh
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| Lawfully wed, close range to the chest
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| Houston, it’s spread
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| Crane of the neck, take heed it’s a pledge
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| Spitting wheels when greed drove a wedge
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| Brokered a deal, now move, take the spread
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| Plasma congeals, more grounded than red
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| Taste of iron and lead
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| If you lie you’re steel, tough guys don’t squeal
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| Aim for his face, divided what’s real
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| You’re a fly in the web, riot for bread
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| Swipe crumb from the edge
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| Faithful tithing ten percent
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| Prophesied, I wouldn’t rumba with the reaper
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| My brother’s keeper, a chosen child amongst the people
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| Arbitrary evils, force lethal
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| What isn’t, isn’t legal
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| Hard to hear the trumpet
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| I’m a deep sleeper, but I feel like I’ve been running
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| It be sudden, it be sluggish the the blood through fatty arteries
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| Be ye at the ready, I can’t hide, this all a part of me
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| Presidential pardons, on the mama’s, keep my body strong
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| A moving target in the killing fields, cunning skill
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| Unbroken will, but I be so fucking weary
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| Whistle past the graveyard running errands
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| Without warning, courting heaven
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| Seven is the number, snatched up by the hunter
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| Speaking to an unframed sky
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| Hearing there’s no why sometimes
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| Fear behind the eyes don’t hide
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| If we gotta ride let’s ride
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| If we gotta ride let’s ride
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| Speaking to an unframed sky
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| Hearing there’s no why sometimes
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| Fear behind the eyes don’t hide
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| If we gotta ride, let’s ride
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| If we gotta ride, let’s ride
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| Speaking to an unframed sky
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| Hearing there’s no why sometimes
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| Fear behind the eyes don’t hide
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| If we gotta ride, let’s ride
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| Rise, rise, rise |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hunter , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп