| I am the hammerhead, sabrewolf tiger sitting in human form
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| Writing cuneiform, my hieroglyphics are lyrics born
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| David Lynch mixed with Kubrick, my style Picasso
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| Michelangelo-angles-formed apostle
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| A man on fire, sipping on warm water
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| With a gin chaser. |
| Now it’s your turn, but yet you falter
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| Yes. |
| I breathe on Mars and walk through walls, defy
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| Gravity’s laws when I float beyond, my nigga
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| The reason of us, the metal will rust
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| Gears break and bust
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| Nothing is forever but dust—it is
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| Leave me alone. |
| My anger is slow
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| Burning like a smoldering flame, pain letting me know I’m
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| Cise (x4)
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| A devil dragon in this ice palace
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| I write malice, sipping out of a chalice
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| The Hennessey, jazz, magic, love
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| Hypnotic, erotic, a powerful drug
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| Crip the wings with the beautiful slug
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| Fall to earth, power
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| The last king with the heavy brow
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| My radiance surround sound
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| Amplify me ‘til I’m loud, scream
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| «These are a few of my favorite things
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| Watch your back when I gangsta lean
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| Get on my level, nigga
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| Dark shadows on the rhyme battle
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| I see you grip that ice cross when I bear them fangs at you
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| A pied piper and a vampire
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| A werewolf at full moon, turn it out by the bonfire
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| Say it again: original sin
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| New rims on the ‘89 Benz
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| That shit is dope, boy
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| Candy whips on Mandy’s lips
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| Put a diamond in a Hershey Kiss
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| That shit is dope, boy
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| Cise (x4)
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| No need for alarm
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| ‘Cause sometimes I bleed in the song
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| Holy water poured on the stigmata, I’m gone
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| Snake in the grass
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| I see you, but I humbly laugh
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| You try to bruise my heel
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| But I slap away with my staff, believe
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| Living life through a series of dreams
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| Poetic words bust reality seams
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| That shit is dope, boy
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| Close your eyes for the sweet release
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| Take my hand, honey
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| Journey with me. |
| Follow me back, now
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| Smoke and mirrors, voodoo and rhythm
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| Come see where the sidewalk ends
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| Open your eyes, slowly
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| Scorpions talk and owls they watch
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| Push your man on the corner with love
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| Get on my level, nigga |