| The man who turns masses into addicts like opium
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| The fishbone braid-bearer taking all hope from him
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| Trying to rise higher than deep fryers and sodium
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| I’m tired like weak thighs standing at this podium
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| I’m winning on the road, took dice and I loaded 'em
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| Now the self-loathing loner is overthrowin' 'em
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| About to run 'em over like I poured soda to the brim
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| Got a high motor, I know I’m the cremè de la cremè
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| now women wantin' the Jägers
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| When I be writing these rhymes. |
| they be feeling it all within
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| Like it’s pain in an organ
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| I’m growing like pain in an orphan
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| Like the rangers got power when I’m morphing
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| I leave 'em all mourning, from night to the morning
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| I be up like an awning while they’re throwing shade, I be yawning
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| So keep talking, you’re never gonna stop me
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| Like I got pantsed, Bishop too damn cocky
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| Of course they try to block me but it be like they’re 5'3″
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| They physically incapable to tame a kid in my league
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| They tryna sleep, I’m making noise
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| It’s the beast of the east and the voice of the voiceless
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| Learn to keep poise around all of the poison
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| And now I’m making an imprint like embroidering
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| They wanna build and really be destroying
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| I can’t feel 'em so I been avoiding
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| My plan’s sealed in, they ain’t ever spoiling
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| I been cooking up hot like the pot boiling
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| My mind heavy, your mind is confetti light
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| You very tight, and Bishy’s spotting like it’s cellulite
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| Cellulite on these CDs, EPs, and the mic
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| Tell 'em hype like a senator, quarterback from the spike
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| I’m hella nice and it comes from me thinking like lonely nights
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| My only fight is with the mind and the silence is overhyped
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| Only like what my heart do, it’s your temple
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| Then my art too, that’s why I move as sharp as a harpoon
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| Like a dark moon, Bishy tunin', gettin' stiller
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| Been killer, my pill is realer
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| It’s my shot, I’m feeling Reggie Miller
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| It’s knock down for three, that’s the game sealer
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| Got the touch, you out of luck
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| I’m seeing through your new concealer
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| Feel I’m the iller but uneasy as I leave the villa
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| Usually my confidence is obvious and I’m the killer
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| A whole iller package, passive but backin' it
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| They say that he average, I’m laughing, I’m not jacking it
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| Doing magic, you moving savage, can’t interact with Bish
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| Guess you catch the drift
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| These cats wack and live and miss |