| Lexnour
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| Radical infliction
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| Way I rap is an addiction
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| Placin' words onto this paper
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| Was a tactical decision
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| I was chosen by the Gods
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| To merge the worlds and heal the children
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| While maintaining my humility
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| And killin' off the image
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| Of a weak ass, punk ass‚ selfish ass
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| Rapper who ain’t never gave a fuck about humanity
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| Every single nigga talkin' down on me has never put a second into treating any
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| fan like they family
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| It’s fucking up my sanity
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| Niggas even had the audacity to speak on me and said I didn’t defy gravity
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| Merge two galaxies‚ could crack the whole code and turn the mainstream niggas
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| into…
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| It’s Dax
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| This rap shit is a religion
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| You get hated if you do somethin' different
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| Everybody’s faking personalities and differing capacities
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| While Iying just to elevate an image
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| Individuality is actually a fallacy
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| And niggas gettin' famous off these motherfuckin' gimmicks
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| Meanwhile‚ I’m broke 'cause I talk about the shit people need that’ll actually
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| make a motherfuckin' difference
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| So I’m finna pivot, revisit, rethink my whole image
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| Bend time and defy all the physics
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| Nigga this is mainstream rap that is consciously invisible
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| Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics
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| Nigga this is vivid‚ wicked, sick and prolific
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| My thoughts all belong in the clinic
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| Next to the doctors prescribing you pills
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| Who’ve been' sayin' you’re sick when you’re really just gifted
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| I was inspired by the greats, illuminated by the hate
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| I understand what is real and I can smell what is fake
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| I cut the grass in my city when they said I wouldn’t make it
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| Just to witness their reactions and to see all of the snakes
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| I bend‚ don’t break, I’m 9.8
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| On the Richter, I can make the earth quake
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| My wrist’s frozen, that’s frosted, no flakes
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| That’s great, go back, nah niggas too late
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| So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
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| Every motherfucker gon' die
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| I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry
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| With two closed eyes, both hands hog tied
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| I can turn a fat bitch skinny
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| A broke nigga rich
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| And give sight to a man that’s blind
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| Meanwhile, ask the most important question in the world
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| Are you dying to live, or you living to die?
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| God worked for six days and took a break on the seventh
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| I added five more to it and still worked the eleventh
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| Adam and Eve taught a nigga like me not to trust no bitch 'cause she might
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| trick me right out of heaven
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| I had dinner with the devil, went to lunch with a reverend
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| Fucked a stripper in an alley then I took her to breakfast
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| Just to prove I was a savage and to show my ex bitch I ain’t a pussy,
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| hell yeah I had to teach her a lesson
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| Realistically
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| It’s about eight months till' your boy finna blow
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| I just got off tour like 55 shows
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| Come fall I’m about to do 55 more
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| And typically
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| I don’t ever reply to a nigga that’s broke
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| Pussy lil' niggas you don’t want smoke
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| If you didn’t know then now you know
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| Uh, facts with it, I’m mad gifted
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| I’m going back to back, back with it, you half witted
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| You niggas sayin' I ain’t mad wicked, you mad twisted
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| I’m rapping words, I make em' mad vivid, just admit it
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| I got a bunch of niggas mad livid, they addicted
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| I hit rodeo and get mad fitted, get mad liquid, I hit-
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| Man fuck it, don’t even try to say I ain’t the best
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| I ain’t phased by you niggas, got it tatted on my neck
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| So this a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
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| Every motherfucker gon' die
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| I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry
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| With two closed eyes, both hands hog tied
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| I can turn a fat bitch skinny
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| A broke nigga rich
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| And give sight to a man that’s blind
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| Meanwhile, ask the most important question in the world
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| Are you dying to live, or you living to die?
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| Or you living to die?
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| Or you living to die? |