| Real Tree Ski Mask cover my face
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| Buck knife on my waist
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| Make you shatter like a vase
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| Clean up on aisle eight, now you stuck in a foul place
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| Spasibo to my brat getting laced
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| Gone without a trace even the blood hounds
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| Can’t detect my trajectory on my worse day
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| Through the cobblestone streets I stumble off beat
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| SESH roll too deep
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| Anyone can get the beats
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| Anyone can ride a beat but can’t go like BONES
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| I throw away your flows I burn the mobile phones
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| You simply don’t have it in ya to be in this game
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| Especially when I’m around, baby call it a day
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| Collecting scouts, blunt froze, like the Alps
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| Pick up the loot and then we stash it in the couch
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| Tell me now, tell me whatchu all about
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| If we ain’t eye to eye then ya know I’m optin out
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| See the route that I chose
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| Was breakin out the mold
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| And findin another road that I can call my own
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| I’m poppin the Sean Don, my mental is long gone
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| You got me all wrong I got the world on hold
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| Pause for a moment of silence
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| Fuck the people, fuck the city
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| Want a night with no sirens
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| I want a day with no violence
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| Need a life full of kindness
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| I know I’m wishin on a star that will never be the brightest
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| Might as well cast wishes on myself cause I’m shining
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| And I don’t see anything else that’s blinding quite like us
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| The underground don’t like us, mainstream resents us
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| BONES kickin to a wall, unfiltered, uncensored |