| Yeah
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| Look, I don’t deal with peons
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| I beat 'em to the punch like I’m Leon Spinks, my ink leaks neon
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| In this colorless world seen in black and white while lacking sight
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| You ego trippin' I hope you packin' light and back tonight
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| ‘Cause I drag you back to earth and pause it
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| If you with the shits then you should wear it if the draws fit
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| I’m still tighter than the claustrophobic in the mosh pit
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| And bad to the bone is the skeletons in your closet
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| Sit down before I make change that I’m forced to deposit
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| Y’all be thinking y’all Nas when y’all really Pras with the Fugees
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| It’s bumpin in the Mitsubishi while we eatin sushi, hey hey hey
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| Try to diss the crew but we don’t play play, no vacay
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| Or recess, not even where they surfboard and where they ski less
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| Or where the palm tree rest
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| I’m tryna make this paper not the paper in the free press
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| My moral compass accomplished more than the GPS inside a Prius or Ferrari
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| I’m sorry that y’all n****s can’t bar me to death, I’d rather bar you to life
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| And watch you die inside a mental prison, my eagle vision with lion pride
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| Leave decisions to heal and kill like incisions with cyanide
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| I am tied to the greatest who grind ‘til the crack of dawn
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| Who’s up the latest, big fish in small ponds you haters never ate us
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| Save right and past the point of tired to keep you inspired
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| Squeezin' ‘til you fired and shoot for what you desired
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| Up when the birds chirpin'
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| Rollin' herbs, workin'
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| On the illest master plan ‘cause I don’t sleep
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| Up all night when I write that
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| Snorted white that could’ve shortened hype on the gold peak
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| I’m the early bird
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| And I’m the night owl
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| Who’s next to right now
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| They might smile but them dirty looks say they quite foul
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| You never get over ownin' men that don’t sleep
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| That close deep for all you wolves wearin' coats by adult sheep
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| Look
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| I’ve been workin' day and night ‘til the darkness is pierced by a ray of light
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| Layin' tight verses that leave the surface I ain’t afraid of heights
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| Was always held high in regard for every card I stacked up to build a house
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| with the yard
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| And cheated death like repeated breath blown inside of lungs creatin' oxygen
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| Hook you up and blew your socks again up out your moccasins I’m
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| Way tubular, brain on Jupiter so if I
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| Stoop to your level who’s stupider
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| On this mic you wish you were Jordan it drive you batty it’s Commissioner Gordon
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| I won all the smoke as if it came out of switch or in Portland
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| I bet you felt that in your gut like you twistin' your sword in your stomach
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| 'til you pulled it out and you missin' a organ
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| One day you’ll plot to sabotage me ‘cause you not as paid, draped in the
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| hottest suede, and got a Scottish maid to grab your laundry
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| I dripped the floor and winter plates was on the suburban in the hood now I’m
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| on a foreign in estates
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| Once for certain and twice evident
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| Scared money don’t make none, you’ll die hesitant
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| Precise measurements what took out the reapin' the benefits of what I sowed up
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| ‘Cause every line is water turned to wine in the gold cup during the last supper
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| When this drop’ll make you crash bumpers
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| Like overpass jumpers who clash uppers with they downers
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| Whether the founders, locals, or out-of-towners
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| Y’all in bad shape if y’all square up with us and don’t get from around us
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| Up when the birds chirpin'
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| Rollin' herbs, workin'
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| On the illest master plan ‘cause I don’t sleep
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| Up all night when I write that
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| Snorted white that could’ve shortened hype on the gold peak
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| I’m the early bird
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| And I’m the night owl
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| Who’s next to right now
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| They might smile but them dirty looks say they quite foul
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| You never get over ownin' men that don’t sleep
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| That close deep for all you wolves wearin' coats by adult sheep
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| That was gladiator shit
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| Real UFC shit, emcee shit
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| They take a muthafuckin real n****
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| To tell another muthafuckin real n**** to step his game up lyrically for real
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| Fire shit n****
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| Who next?
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| Just Tyson’d that shit
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| N**** punch him out here right now |