| «'Pulse is bad, he can’t fake that'
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| 'We must take him to the Lazarus Pit'»
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| I’m tryna stack the plate with the mozzarella (cheese)
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| We moving like the modern-day Rockefeller’s (cheese)
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| But you’ll never see this empire fall
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| Before it happens I’ll get a match and set fire to it all
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| I’m too addicted but I fight through withdrawals
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| See the brighter side of life and start to like all my flaws
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| Get retired with a shot, I’m the new Blade Runner (bah)
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| Got supplies in the stock like a doomsday bunker (2012)
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| If the squad pulling up we doing Wu-Tang numbers (Cappadonna)
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| Traumatized when I was young, I got that Bruce Wayne hunger
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| It’s like I’ll never have enough, and everything was adding up to this
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| At my death I’m resurrected from the Lazarus Pit (Ra's al Ghul)
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| Come back with a vengeance till my master submits (Kill Bill)
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| And see a student pass the teacher in a battle of wits
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| But no this ain’t a '80s movie, with a training montage
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| And I don’t wanna say it loosely but I’m way beyond God
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| Praying for my downfall, while I’m preying on y’all
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| Apex, it ain’t safe till I make the call
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| Got me feeling like I’m Jay they playing basic ball
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| But I’ma take it past eight I’m like 80 feet tall, awh
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| KWG, yeah, ay you know what it is
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| Ooh, welcome to my Lazarus Pit
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| Sin City, I been through every crack on the strip
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| Thinking I should ask Eve to sign the apple she bit
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| That got these hoes on the blade like, tactical grip
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| This shit crazy, but I’ve seen worse, in my latter years
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| Thoroughbred nigga, you could feel it in the atmosphere
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| Used to get ignored, the one they marginalized
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| Now I’m talking money with Chase like, the card was declined
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| It’s Space Ghost, street legend, Karlton Hines
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| I’m the king, you Justin Timberlake, borrowing time
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| Look, I know you hear them footsteps, the walls closing in
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| Got you shaking like, you having withdrawals, don’t pretend
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| I could see it, it’s all in ya' face, awful mistake
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| The Loch Ness, lost in the lake, talking to snakes
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| Was taught you keep ya' enemies as close as ya' strap
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| They hiding from me but I know where they at, motherfucker
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| Hold that up, who need to be clean fuck
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| Fuck you up for talking tough, what you mean bruh?
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| Ay, just a lunatic with a crucifix
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| Stupid lit, world in my hands what should I do wit' it?
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| Yeah, this that motherfucking fuck what you saying in ya' raps pull up to ya'
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| crib and kill ya' cat shit
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| Fuck riding a beat, acapella what you got on me?
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| Raps full of sipping Heen but, what does it really mean?
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| A bunch of cats standing for nothing because they fronting
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| Want the glamour lifestyle before they carry any substance
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| I been bumping, since '09, don’t know why, I’m so fly
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| But these Chase Moore beats make me sound so fly
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| Ay, bitch I’m next level you rappers still watching boats dry
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| Maybe if I hop on your track, you’ll get your hopes high
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| This cold outlook just transcended from my old life
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| So it ain’t personal if I something 'bout your raps don’t flow right
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| You fucking clowns need to find your circus
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| In the meanwhile I retire to rewire circuits
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| I see smiles from freestyles I spit 'cause I stay working
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| You’re in denial 'cause I be wild might leave town for certain
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| I peek out the curtain, eat out a virgin
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| I freak out I’m burning, priests out the churches
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| You can’t hear a word, if I leave out the cursing
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| My trees loud, I’m looking for a greenhouse to purchase
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| I’m back now, too much pride I can’t back down
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| Whole squad strapped now, avoiding lines doing pat-downs
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| Putting weed in a trash bag, till it’s packed down
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| I black out, on the beat, as soon as it’s tracked out
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| I outshine clowns in my downtime
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| Hopefully we see you out without shine, if not
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| It’s chow time, the plot, is outlined, get cops, and one-time
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| My shit block the sunlight my spit got them tongue-tied
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| All my friends and fam have been locked and done time
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| Tryna be positive like a bloodline
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| At the end of my rope with my knots, untied
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| I’m the top, alumni, all I need is one mic
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| «'We've killed him'
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| 'No, all is well'» |