| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all
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| It’s anyway, Big Brother can take a break
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| Keep and a diamond on ourselves for status updates
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| No whereabout, volunteering our whereabouts
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| To the military state, clear 'em out
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| Tear 'em out the frame
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| It ain’t the same I wanna break the chains and go
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| MIA but them jets ain’t paper planes
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| And while y’all fight about who ever heard it first
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| I 'ma murder this verse
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| Wanna build? |
| I’m a steel this verse
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| Y’all ain’t worth the dirt on this earth
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| I’m a lifelong genius worth life on Venus
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| Or oil on Mars, I boil my bars
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| 'Til you’re left disfigured, face configured with boils and scars
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| Y’all be twitter-snitching, if y’all most def hidden
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| I’m Christopher Hitchens'
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| God is not great was written
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| This is food for thought, Satanic verses
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| salmon rush these kitchen when I’m spitting
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| Fitting feds are Boston
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| I’m weighing all of my options to break the box that we’re locked in
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| We chopped them, dead in the middle of little Italy
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| Little did we know we got rid of our civil liberties
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| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all
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| Twenty, Adidas watch
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| In about the time I roll a tree to spark
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| To all my weedheads yeah they should legalize it
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| Congress need to hit the chronic and realize it
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| wanna run up in my crib
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| With a long list of everything I did
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| New York make a mill off of my
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| But they ain’t worried about feeding of my kids
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| It’s while I feel like peeling back their wigs
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| Buck the judge like this ain’t shit
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| You know whenever they was ditch
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| I’m running errands and I’m airing it out
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| Don’t want your errands nigga, cause you’re wearing 'em out
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| Nigga nigga the money’s what I’m caring about
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| Keep that bullshit to yourself sucker, hear me out
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| Throw 'em up, yuck yuck cheers we out
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| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all
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| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all
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| Every verse thirty below, you barely a cold breeze
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| So fly we that’ll give you a nosebleed
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| Poetry in motion opponents, moving with slow feet
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| Burn a track in the time and take the light of the
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| So dope that the crowd either in the
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| We OT, rival crews cloning our whole steez
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| It don’t lurk, confuse 'em, leave 'em with no
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| Can’t us homie, leave you with broke
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| Bridging a gap between futuristic and this is the time
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| New kicks matching fisherman hats
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| Update the formula, we don’t live in the past
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| Overseas without even swimming a lap
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| Position intact, the illness inside me
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| Kill the noise quicker than Bill O’Reilly
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| , third world built mentality
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| Airborne with forms so the style’s my gallery
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| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all
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| No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze
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| No time to lose, they want to keep us confused
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| We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
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