| Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps, drug dealer science
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| Clients, militant pen, equivalent gun fire for hire
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| Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya, run up in your attire
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| And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire
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| I’m on the move again like a fugitive
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| Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate
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| Plus boo I shoot from the hip, like The Duke in the flicks
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| The coup is a six
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| How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jiff (peanut butter!)
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| If I don’t toot my own horn, if it’s not me then who is?
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| The street is in need of my g-influence, put a G in to win
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| Feed you a timb, then let my people’s in
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| Spin your vehicle with the eagle and
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| Get in the Regal with the evil grim
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| Get medieval and, bring needle in
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| Flee in the red El Camino and
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| Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
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| Where them killers at, spray the milli mac, at your beaver hat, Marc!
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| Uhh carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate
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| I Bloom a 8th, nigga let’s see how this puma taste
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| You salty glutamate, from the food I ate
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| My human traits scraped from a different crystal plate
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| Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape (bet you wish!)
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| I flick a 8th, my tempo in the rector shake
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| You hallucinate beluga weight
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| Lumumba stakes, I ruminate my way away from section 8
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| I’m on the take, collating text with cake
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| Monumental steps I’m on the Lake
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| Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake!
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| Glaciers of ice, a nigga shredding the rink
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| I perform the breast stroke then let me tread in the pink
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| I ate up the Linx
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| Horizontal like I’m on a sniper plank
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| Trichomes dance on the wedding cake, got that yeti stank
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| Rattlesnake Fang, Langston Hughes pen heavy freight
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| My real shooter he locked he shot the Dezi str8
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| I pray Allah save my soul and send me a wraith
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| I’m rather unique, shallow and deep
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| Medallion shadows creep on the beach
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| You wallow in defeat
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| 8 million streams put me out in the sea
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| On a yacht playing yahtzee, honorable me
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| Priest, I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods
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| Play chess with death while demons had shuffled up cards
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| I flirted with murder the observer puffin cigars
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| Flash back to all my peoples out there hustling hard
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| Secret society, bribery is giving me anxiety
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| Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white
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| My eyes fiery
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| In the scope off the balcony
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| Same bullets made Malcolm bleed
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| Too much truth can make your album seize
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| Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones
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| On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones
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| Everyone Heaven’s son, Thresh to come, guards gun slinger
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| Program the beat, with just one finger
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| One arena thousands of lions
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| One of us triumphs, Planets aligning
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| Land of the Mayans standing Zion
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| From liquid swords to solid arrows, priest is the pharaoh
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| On marble floors, in Grecian apparel |