| From the bottom of my heart
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| I must declaim
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| The deranged mind state
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| I find hate surrounding me
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| So I clown a G
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| And his rebuttal is
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| «Cas stop bein' a ass,»
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| It makes me think
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| What’ll ever stop the angry
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| When they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
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| They’re aware I’ll bang 'em
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| Because of examples
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| I have made out of humans
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| Doom when they toy with my thought train
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| They’re caught plain and simple
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| But some will attempt to pull jammies
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| So I slam with these
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| Ram these, all into his jaw
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| And ideas of why he is front’n really frighten me
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| Cause I can be doin' better things with my time
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| My pen enlightens the page I puncture
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| My rage is brunt to show you
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| What flow too through hard times
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| And times when my pen
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| Is my only friend
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| I’m lonely
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| Then I create a new antidote that’ll raise hell
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| And I hope this busi-ness pays well
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| Cause its fly to me
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| But not worth the anxi-e-ty
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| I wish I can BE all I CAN, B
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| So the man see his full potential
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| With them phrases
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| Get you into dazes
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| Praise this overlordian
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| Who got shit for the naughty men
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| Here we go-
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| «Where they at? |
| Where they at? |
| Where they at, c’mon. |
| (x 5)»
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| Hut. |
| Hut. |
| Hike
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| I strike like angry employees
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| It’s gonna take more than MC’s to destroy these
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| Please stop drop and roll a spliff
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| Lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped
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| Then I stomp 'em like a brush fire
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| Cause I get much flyer
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| Even in the clutch
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| I adjust and bust skills
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| With negative frills
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| Still no one will let me look
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| That we give too to the public
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| Still we’re lovin it
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| How you’re dubbin shit
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| On the DL
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| You got the newest shit
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| But I can do this shit
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| And I’m gonna have a fit if you don’t quit
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| Cause you don’t get props
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| So get stops, it annoys me
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| When boys be postin' and boastin'
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| About the noise we enjoys, gee
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| Whillickers, still I serves
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| My speech to reach you
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| And beat a new adversary
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| Who had me very frustrated
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| So I must fade it, invaded
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| Plus waited for the attack
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| But I’m fortified with the proper equipment
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| To rip shit. |
| Yo, troops we flips it
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| «Where they at? |
| Where they at? |
| Where they at, c’mon.» |