| The Odds are Against Us
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| Yea, Czar sing it baby
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| Monster raps I be writin'
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| Heads see me live and record it as a bigfoot sightin'
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| Rebel I be on go close
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| Boy you eat free
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| You don’t really want no smoke
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| I bomb atomically
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| And drop G’s
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| Swifter than a calm breeze
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| Through the palm trees in Long Beach
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| We got a cat like reflex
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| To smack mic rejects
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| Present day rap Czar
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| Past like T-Rex
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| Make you look soft
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| Like mad tight V-necks
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| Before you get a savings
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| Yo, we cash like three checks
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| Czar face takin' all they food
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| Bringin' more mayhem than that All State dude
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| Yo, who’s you?
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| I can’t even tell who’s who
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| And I can’t even tell who’s true
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| All I know that it’s personal now
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| Come out your base
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| Get your house heated up
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| Without the fireplace, yeah
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| I’m not a gangsta thug or goon
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| Just a brother who really had enough of the buffoons
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| Run with the rebel if you lovin' the tune
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| If you feelin' any other way get fuck out the room
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| WAIT
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| Uh, That’s the god of Thunder touchin' down
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| Esoteric Czarface don’t you fuck around
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| Storm Breaker breakin' down
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| I swipe card
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| Eso keep their heads noddin' like a water park lifeguard
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| You heard I came wack
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| Well that’s not true
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| I’m wild like M’Baku
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| I land a blow like Haku
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| Hidden Gem, Like an Easter Egg
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| Cray Pas too
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| Hip Hop list told me it’s feelin' deja vu
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| All these rappers talkin' wild
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| Like they Gotti with the shotties on 'em
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| But their guns are runway models
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| Ain’t got no bodies on 'em
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| Official with it
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| I’m a connoisseur of rap
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| So gutter I can con a sewer rat
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| The man’s goal
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| Like 3:10 To Yuma
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| I slam rappers like Luger did Yokozuna
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| I’m locked in
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| Top of the top ten
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| Heat like a rattan
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| Surrender not an option |