| You could catch me in the attic spinnin' static on an ancient phonographic
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| Or inside a room, inside a womb, blowin' out a prophylactic
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| Downstairs in lounge chairs
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| Jerkin' off to pornographic videos with pretty hoes
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| Seem depressed and sorta tragic
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| Cause she might be an addict but can’t afford the magic
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| The neighbors bangin' on my walls like «keep down the racket»
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| My dishes moldy in my sink and they stink
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| And I think life is flyin' by every time I blink
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| Like my brain is a runaway train but I’m gonna stay sane
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| Put the gun away, I’m gonna maintain
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| I’m in the gutter motherfucker, with the mud and the rain
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| I’m slicing bodies open, swimmin' through the blood, the guts and the veins
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse» — Redman 'How High'
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| «I exist even when no things are left» — Jeru The Damaja 'Ain't The Devil Happy'
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «My thoughts are now universes» — Jeru The Damaja 'Ain't The Devil Happy'
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «I exist even when no things are left»
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «My thoughts are now universes»
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| It’s Motive bitches
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| Niggas, the dopest livin'
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| My flow is diagnosed with an undeniable sickness
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| Oh Lord, they sayin' there’s no cure
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| Hardcore, hip hop fans, this is what they hope for
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| My style like virgin blood
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| So pure while you the fag on some homosexual’s brochure
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| You rap niggas stop bitchin', I’m tired of hearin' that
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| You’re like a magician performin' disappearin' acts
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| Chill lil' nigga before you pull a muscle flexin'
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| The kid gully, known to get money in all directions
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| A hustler, on the party scene for new customers
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| Do it big this summer, slid Charlie Sheen my number
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| (And that means)
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| More doe in the future, I’ll touch
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| Cause your boy moves snow like a plow truck
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| Smoke weed up in blunts, I’m good with the glass pipes
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| Either way I stay high as fuck as the gas price
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «I exist even when no things are left»
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «My thoughts are now universes»
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «I exist even when no things are left»
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| «While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse»
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| «My thoughts are now universes»
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| Yo, go out like Berkowitz, show you what I’m workin' with
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| Some bombs and some arms, now the conflict is gone
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| It’s like I ate all of the beef
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| The money you make vs. me, the difference in an eight ball and a key
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| Bumpin' Eightball and MJG
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| But still I got this backpack rap down to a tee
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| Spit a couple flows and spit a couple lines and y’all pay me
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| Then I pay my therapist for tellin' me I’m crazy
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| Motherfuckin' murder entitled, the Tool Man Taylor
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| Taping a 'kick me' sign on the back of the bailiff
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| Strutin' in the court room like 2Pac
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| Armani suit, Bulgari shades, thermos full of that Goose
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| They say my music don’t represent God’s vision
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| They say it’s blasphemous but it don’t matter, I’m not religious
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| Stealin' glass from cathedrals, yeah I’m runnin' Windows
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| But I use a Mac when I’m gunnin' for your kinfolk
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| Blllaaaa
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| The Demigodz. |
| Half human, half deity. |
| A hybrid. |
| The offspring of the gods.
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| The fallen angels |