| Yo, future replica-T
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| Astro-projecting the astroplanes
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| Ain’t acceptin' to me
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| I’m just too hectic, or it’s wavy
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| Tames the rest of the sea, shh!
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| It’s a bit early
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| I wasn’t scheduled to meet that 'til next week
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| But I should of guessed it
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| Meeting cancer, too busy dancing with the stars
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| An' Xanax is in bars
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| Beat soundin' like I’m landin' ships on Mars
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| Blurred in the narrow aesthetic
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| Curves an' Medusa
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| They relieve
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| Rollin' up spliffs with my main an' my clique
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| I don’t owe you a thing, you ain’t payin' me shit
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| Wearin' HUF Ramondettas ain’t famous as shit
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| But I’m better off now than you been in a minute
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| My nigga, you slippin', you sleep
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| Shit, I should be in the Genius at least for my wig
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| And all of the hits I released when my niggas knew
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| No, this is not just a figure of speech
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| Flow is more languid than rivers an' streams
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| Vanquish the language an' head on the keys
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| Like anguish is aimless, don’t sit on that, please
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| Yeah, like anguish is aimless, don’t sit on that, please
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| Yeah, yeah
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| The name of the sinner is me
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| But I don’t pray for forgiveness
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| Just fix what was wrong
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| And let time take it’s course for the free
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| Bathe in the silence and cradle the beat
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| Like a bong on a roadtrip across the country
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| Pre-sent the message with Veteran ease
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| Excellent trees
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| Matches the textures of my collection
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| With some extra leaves
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| Supposed to believe that I don’t give a fuck
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| 'Cause I don’t
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| Nigga saw me in school with some new shoes
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| Like I ain’t skate thinkin' that I won’t
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| I was chillin' though
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| How? |
| With some mad
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| Floatin' through the, he just kinda knew
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| But never condoned it, uh
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| Rogue on that beat
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| Throw up if I smoke a stoge on the beat
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| Roll up, let’s go to the store for some eats
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| And the I see poses they roamin' the streets
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| And they posted on posters, it’s hopeless to see
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| That just goes for my main an' my team
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| No, this is not just a figure of speech
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| Flow is more languid than rivers an' streams
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| Desolete lands in the pits of the sea
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| Don’t see it with analyst, see it with cheeba
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| (That just goes for my main an' my team)
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| (No, this is not just a figure of speech) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wrath of the Guided , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Summer Mirage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп