| The odds are the dark star’s not very far off
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| Toxicology report said he had an elephant heart
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| I’m like a Gollum with greasy hair
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| And a creepy stare born on a leap year
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| Meet me there, let me see if you care
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| Crawl from the ocean onto the land
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| Complete the plan, deeply tanned
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| Face, feet and hand covered with beach sand
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| Feed off freshwater seaweed
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| Mini stools looked like bb’s
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| Stood on a throne of wreathed sea leaves
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| Neti pot, clean flush, nasal confetti snot
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| Just because I let her sit on my face, maybe not
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| Exercise alone eating cold stone ice cream cones
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| Measuring Yellowstone with temperature probes
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| Grass dont grow, wack-o-mole, facial expression wax bold
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| Gamma radiation from black holes attack souls
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| Drone pilots report they was attacked by giants
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| I say every survivalist is Darwinism Compliant
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| Bruce Lee, brother Noon Sea on a Chinese junk
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| We could use the island over there where these beats came from
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| I’m a dark radiant super-sapian grafted onto an alien
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| Who cloned himself to listen to Germaine again
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| Canibus Atticus Finch suspense thriller about to go to print
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| In bold ink, you cold-blooded old bitch
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| Canibus, Thanos, my nigga Thirst the Howl that came over to armwrestle on a
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| three-legged table
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| Make America Mexican!
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| My A-team like Gregory Peck and em
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| Mr. T bodyguard the President
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| Murdoch is Marduk, top gun like Tom Cruise
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| Making a bomb run on Kim-Jong Un!
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| This is real life, fool it ain’t no cartoon
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| Get a clue, hot barbeques and ice cold brews
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| Nothing new under the sun, but what if we got two?
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| Full Spectrum Dominance bro, coming soon
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| The odds are they fear the perfect (?) energy
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| Move with the energy, they in the lead
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| But I stay grounded like a centipede
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| The teeth 2000, the housing, scanning all the hieroglyphs
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| Stuck in microchips, gas clocks kept him alive to flip
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| More flow than Poseidon, I do not?
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| Higher than a world of tyrants where they want your Gods silent
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| It’s Beelzebub! |
| Witness hell or bust, soon as he felt the scud
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| Destroying humanity like the time that God held the flood
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| The country’s fucked! |
| Trump is creating an Elmer Fudd
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| Bela Lugosi celebrating over the smell of blood
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| Wise like the cyborg with global red eyeballs
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| Fighting with my human side shining when the light’s off
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| War biochemical, airborne I will end you
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| Suffocate till you’re dead, tryna breathe through an inner tube
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| And everybody call it conspiracy gossping
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| But you will see when you start paying for oxygen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Even the Odds , by - Canibus. Song from the album Full Spectrum Dominance Trinity, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп