| You dealin' with the new mosquitos, do placebo, I pledge, do 'em
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| Haile Salassie and 'Nito rollin' on mushrooms
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| It’s quick with flu, I trend like Nipsey, blue
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| I smoke a blunt in a hurricane to get me through
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| Examine the fact, I took Thor’s hammer from Cap
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| No silicone in the cone, this is natural rap
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| Technology killer, I can see the sins at the center stage
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| Since automation started when they freed the first slaves
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| My determination was birth from the birth of the first bent
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| K-k-kick an opp in the face with a steel-toe Timberland
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| Floatin' through a wormhole, back, was like, «What's the semblance?»
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| If this the endgame, directed by John Singleton
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| We been the best, it’s the best, what’s the fuckin' concept?
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| Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive
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| So fuck you, nigga, the last one’s left, what’s up?
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| My niggas forever been poor, competitive for the bread
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| In the land where the only good president is a dead one
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| And the only real protection is a handgun
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| Liquor shots for the dead, homies on that redrum
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And the rich get richer, and we get whatever the rich get sick of
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| And each year we diggin', the ditch get bigger
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| You eat shit for dinner, your bitch get thicker
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| Wrote this in hell on the floor with a crayon
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| Ghost in the shell, I’m performin' a seance
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| I broke the spell, the thoughts that they pray on
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| And fuckers can’t control a soul full of chaos
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| American gods, the Devil is barred
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| And Heaven is torn apart when I settle the score
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| Develop the form, a man could never be more different
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| I’m at the floor for killin', never before witnessed
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| Deletin' every record, you know what I mean?
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| Puttin' my mind on my money, downloadin', flee the scene clean
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| Keepin' busy with algorithms, makin' 'em dizzy
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| Put them on Ganon, watch how quickly the pricks’ll forgive me
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| They overdid it with no permission, they startin' drama
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| Like this the dimension where Biff is married to Marty’s mama
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| They’re disrespectin' niggas, connection, they outta power
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| They’ll come back to me in they darkest hour
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| Everywhere I go, people that I know
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| Tell me how I glow, my soul is a light show
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| Since hall of voodoo, Ryan always said I was right though
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| Clean is good, watchin' WCW Nitro
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| The gangsta ain’t testin' so they figured they try more
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| Paint they selves in the corner, then they wind up at my door
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| Like, «What up, dawg?
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| How you feelin', mane?
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| What you workin' on?»
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| The homies want the green like they sayin', «Turn it on»
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| The futurist got us sayin', «It's all»
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| But in the land of technology, the hacker is God
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| Who everybody charge or church up, get prepared
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| Hopin' the social media buy your heads for bread, yeah
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| Type of hype got nihilists gettin' scared, yeah
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| Better life you fightin', but unaware, yeah
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| Whoever knew revelation was really you?
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| Revelation will get the babies wakin' up out the plantation |