| Yeah
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| It’s one of them heavy late night smoke sessions
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| Dope gold sessions
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| Someone is trying to phone home a rape tone
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| Flintstone, I’m bringing fire and brimstone
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| Kimbo, I’ll have a slice of chin bones
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| nigga be livin' in limbo
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| A crescendo
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| I’m a digital devil that dwell in Nintendos ho
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| Devin the dude on that medicine endo, like
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| Slevin I’m cool when I’m cappin' the windows broke
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| ?Heaven is over? |
| there was seven devilish hoes
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| That wanna sever my clothes and get fucked flat on the floor
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| And so I meddle with those on my level
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| From my fuckin' head to my toes I be bustin' rappers
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| Got that stress in my soul
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| I confess I’m restless and bold
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| I’m possessed by the best on the road
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| We blessin' the and so we
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| Messin' up folks that be broke with a chest made of gold
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| Like lethal weapon, I blow, not unload
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| my nigga
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| I stack the hatchet slashes your back
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| Down to your ass crack now who was that cat now
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| Black out, hard to track down we attack foul
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| Hyena pack hear us laugh loud
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| My rap style was born in the back of a crack house
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| Where they pull gats out and slap your fat mouth
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| Real talk, walk the walk, and I kill 'em
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| They might make millions, but I’m never going to fill 'em
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| Hills have eyes pillon chillin' ?ice/I's? |
| skrillin'
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| Might feel 'em in your back when the venom’s in effect
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| Veteran not yet but forever on the map
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| I raise hell up in this game like the devil got my back
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| And yes he does, let me just give you that deadly rush
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| Get a judge to come shut down this mega block
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| Got your skull above the fireplace
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| Sippin' chai tea by the flames with a smiley face
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| I’m coming with that incredible skill
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| More than an expert that hurt niggas
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| Heads blow off like daffodils
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| I wake up Sundays get my fill
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| You raised the white flag my energy bar always full, son
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| The look on your face like you’re in a bull run
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| I’m terrifying, I summon beings from Orion
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| To visit me in dreams teach me the secrets of slying
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| Big head scientists hack the mind of a lion
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| Cryon python take that last bit of oxygen
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| My flow tougher than rocky chin
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| You want the best blow lock me in
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| You wanna see grams I won’t be comin' back with? |
| no chin?
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| I’m comin' back with Dope, Skits Vicious, and The Reaper
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| Out the lab with a beaker of the shit we made the ether
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| Simon Peter, mind reader, born leader of the
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| Shape-shifting alien creature, homosapien breeder
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| Trust I know my niggas
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| I know how my think, man
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| I’m tellin' you, man
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| This the year, man
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| Yeah, Dope D.O.D. |
| niggas is goin' hard, man
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| I’m tellin' you, hard
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| You know we dealt with other camps in the past
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| We shut that shit down, you know what I’m saying?
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| And I’m tellin' you right now
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| We — we fuckin' with niggas that the same caliber
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| So respect due to all of y’all niggas
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| I got love for every one of you niggas
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| Gold mining camp
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| camp
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| I feel good about this shit, man |