| Yo, I’m just a normal guy, living like I’m born to die
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| Borderline insane but on a higher plane than y’all could fly
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| Taking lethal action, tear this beat to fragments
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| Put the pieces back in place the way that we imagined
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| I’ll release the Kraken, a violent beast attacking
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| A fire-breathing dragon flying by the people rapping
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| Now let’s see what happens when I’ll free the rage inside
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| To vaporize the way that I feel, see if they survive
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| My attitude’s fucked up, my brain is fried
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| Today, I stayed alive. |
| Tomorrow may just be the day I die
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| Act accordingly—in fact, I act disorderly
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| And cordially invite you forgeries to go to war with me
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| My metaphors got underground heads supporting me
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| I gain respect, boosting label checks I’m getting quarterly
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| Still never sold my soul to pop them gold bottles
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| I wrote novels while this cult follows like we’re role models
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| I’m on another level (Level). |
| For you, it’s such a pity (Pity)
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| Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
| My people run the city (City)
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| My name is Diabolic (What?). |
| My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah)
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| So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me
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| Yo, I’ll make a million stacks chilling, being ill at rap
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| Y’all pussies couldn’t pull that shit off with a Brazilian wax
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| Saying shit so groundbreaking, children snap
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| As the beams making up the foundation of this building crack
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| How real is that? |
| Villains back in full effect
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| Wolves who test took their best shot and got no bullets left
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| Too many garbage artists marketing the semi cartridge
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| While we’re looking at you like, «Don't worry about him. |
| He’s harmless»
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| And regardless, one swing’ll sting your jaw
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| And I would swing before you lift a finger toward that thing you draw
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| I’m just thinking more. |
| What I put in ink is raw
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| Swinging swords like samurai in Singapore bring to war
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| And while the king performs, he gets overthrown
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| Like he missed the cutoff man and the tying run is going home
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| I’m the lunatic who’d do the shit you don’t condone
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| That bipolar chromosome, so watch your fucking vocal tone
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| I’m on another level (Level). |
| For you, it’s such a pity (Pity)
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| Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
| My people run the city (City)
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| My name is Diabolic (What?). |
| My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah)
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| So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me
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| Yo, they say I’m antisocial, they say I’m introverted
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| But I just feel what y’all say and talking isn’t worth it
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| Forget the gimmicks. |
| I kept my image picture-perfect
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| And flipped the cursive for the critics here to misinterpret
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| I’m just spitting verses classified as urban legend
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| Cats who try to battle die, this ax to grind’s the murder weapon
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| And I’ll be satisfied, natural high the herbal essence
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| Less advanced like there’s no second chance for first impressions
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| 'Bolic murked the session, then released a classic
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| Wreaking havoc like an alien that’s bleeding acid
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| Beneath the madness in an underground secret passage
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| We rebel ‘til either Hell freezes or the people catch it
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| Keeping at this ‘til I meet a fiery death
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| Or this shit gets out of control like I got IBS
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| Highly blessed, some would say I’m heaven-sent
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| ‘Cause when I die, I’ll resurrect, come back, and represent
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| I’m on another level (Level). |
| For you, it’s such a pity (Pity)
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| Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
| My people run the city (City)
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| My name is Diabolic (What?). |
| My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah)
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| So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me |