| The peoples souls are dirty, unworthy
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| Your words of salvation are murder capital
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| Clappin' you on random occasions
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| In the hood the good die young cause death is impatient
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| The laws are manufactured by one religious denomination
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| Its fate that I spit, sick psychotic analogies
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| This is a world where niggas pimp the children and their family
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| The beast and the false prophet, move closer gradually
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| Unforgivable sins, satanic bestiality
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| You got the muthafuckin nerve to point your finger mad at me
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| Cause' I select to put the world in perspective for clarity
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| Street hustle ghetto salary, grammatically perfect
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| Now fuck soundscan, my sound make your faculty nervous
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| Selfish and worthless, placin' they faith in partisan churches
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| And too self-righteous to look beyond the curses
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| So I made it my purpose to purchase space in your brain
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| And flood the fuckin border with Peruvian cocaine!
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| While they engineer diseases tryna leave you dead again
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| Corporate strategy, the profit producing the medicine
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| My flow is human evolution, savage to elegant
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| Run up on a nigga, like a military regiment
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| Cockin' the gat, lock and load, poppin a cap
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| Making your stomach acid splatter out a hole in your back
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| Cold on the track, the soul I hold is older than rap
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| So I can the evil and shitty people across the map (hahahaa)
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| You thought I wouldn’t see you for the devil you are
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| Fake muthafuckas turn around, tryna be stars
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| Turn their back on those who used to be fam
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| Over short money, type you get hustling grams
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| Fuck outta here'
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| And when your record label wanna hold your masters, publishing and manage your
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| marketing budget its like…
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| And when your peeps come home from prison, and can’t get a job, then gotta do
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| the same shit, that was the same shit that got them locked up in the first
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| place its like…
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| And we got our true promoters that put a fuckin gun in a mixtape DJ’s mouth
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| just to get him to play a fuckin record that you pressed up yourself and no one
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| else is helping you with, its like.
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| Yeah. |
| The people are shit (fuck y’all) |