| I dont believe youre ready for this
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| Are you ready for this?
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| We’d like to capture your minds right now
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| Take you a little bit higher
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| With a little black rock
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| Rock it, rock
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| Rock it, rock
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| Rock is so
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| Yo
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| Rock is so neo for my people. |
| This cerebral law, bleed and fought
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| Brought on by my alter ego, I halt like the desert eagle
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| We talk the crust feeble minded motherfuckers
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| Uncover they gliss cause it’s not on your wrist
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| Givin' you somethin' to twist up
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| Lift up and breath in, I let it resonate
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| Elevate you like smoke that broke through heaven’s gate
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| Some estimate that I can take it wherever it leaves me
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| This ain’t easy but I’m steady gettin' my elbows greasy
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| Puttin' my back in it
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| Accent it with facts in it. |
| This a reality
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| Radically left wing and my next, breedin' with sex
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| Gs and inanimate objects, with prospects and movements
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| Supreme, you said yourself. |
| Who else would I represent?
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| While time leavin' evidence, I’m conceivin' the head of it
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| Receivement try to see me at eye to eye level
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| With 6 shots pumpin' plots, fierce to pierce metal
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| Your armor no match for me. |
| Understandably so
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| Yo
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| Who wanna test the levels of their versify?
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| Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies
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| Ready to dance under the pale moonlight
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| You’ll soon find what you’re dealing with significantly certified
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| Who wanna test Mr. «Three-I-Versify»?
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| Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized
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| Ready to dance under the pale moonlight
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| You’ll soon find
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| I verbalize surface ties and merchandise theory
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| Clearly open their threshold to expose my exposé
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| Obey your thirst, a simple page of verse, refreshingly dope
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| Indelibly soaked up on rush confusion
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| My enterprise identifies the city skies and urban manifestos
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| Rose up through the chaos to shake plots and pose
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| Visions enclosed in a globe spinnin', I’m seein'
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| Be out in my satellite capturin' sight that your eyes couldn’t fathom
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| Fillin' up the still cane and spreadin' over your terrain
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| Changin' complexions, intersection, that you holdin' down
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| It goes around like bad karma with mass trauma, the 1200
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| Yo, who want it? |
| Cause I’m much obliged to give it
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| With centrifugal forces, sources beyond your physics
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| My mic chemistry, convincingly providin' what’s efficiently fly
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| Straight to your chest, comin' off o' my mouth
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| You know your armor no match for me. |
| Understandably so
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| Yo
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| Who wanna test the levels of their versify?
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| Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies
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| Ready to dance under the pale moonlight
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| You’ll soon find what you’re dealin' with significantly certified
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| Who wanna test Mr. «Three-I-Versify»?
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| Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized
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| Ready to dance under the pale moonlight
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| You’ll soon find
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| Yo, certified
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| Certified
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| (Certified, certified.)
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| Some call me super
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| Certified
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| (Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.)
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| Call me super
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| (Certified.)
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| Certified
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| (Certified, certified.)
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| (Ready to dance under the pale moonlight. You’ll soon find.)
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| Call me super
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| (Certified.)
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super
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| Certified
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| Call me super |