| Damn, it’s happening again
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| Feel like I’m 'bout to lose my mind
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| Slowly losing control
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| It just takes me over…(You must have)
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| Got your blunt laced, while blowing 'regs, to think I’d catch boos
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| On stage, that go in kegs, your imagination’s
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| Growing legs, my back’s growing eyes, for unknowing spies
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| That cut off annoying ties, faster than a Boeing flies
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| I’m showing wise guys, I’m wise, men
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| Skies bend, while I’m in there, pulling lies out of thin air
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| For 10 square miles, so when pushing the pen
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| This felt like, a pierced cushion within rare dowls
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| Resembling peers, indeed, the flow sounds sicker
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| It goes down quicker, than a ten-speed when disassembling gears
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| You tremble, when fear’s about to consume your thought
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| It will rip a room apart, to chew through your human heart
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| You’re mystified from what exists inside, a Jekyll
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| Is Mr. Hyde, bigger fish to fry, while our wrists were tied
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| You’re stressed, and couldn’t be the best man
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| Standing by your sister’s side, while she kissed her bride. |
| Question:
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| Should I come hard and kill every nigga? |
| Or be positive?
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| As an AIDS test? |
| Sensitive as a hair trigger?
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| It’s better telling, your man I would murder him
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| Through letters spelling, 'til he holler «Life's a bitch!»
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| Like it upset her yelling, while he stumbles off the Remy, never grimmy
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| We keep the Mac in the 'Lac, the semi in the hemi
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| Couple bastards, who did old dirt, like shimmy
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| Shimmy-ya, shimmy-yay, on my flimsy prey
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| Can’t get a grip on my ego
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| Be wild’n out with my ego
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| It’s hard to think around my ego
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| Feel like I’m the shit with my ego
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| Floss with my ego, I’m a boss with my ego
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| I’m about to run this shit with my ego
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| Don’t say too much around my ego
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| Tend to lose control around my ego
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| El don’t possess enough strength to control me, I make him speak on his Rolly
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| Or how he keep that purp on paper like a parolee
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| And that moment I’m done he’ll snap out of it slowly
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| Until then we’ll hook up a line to keep you reeled in
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| Better speak about peace and spread love with building
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| Because I could be beneath the bed of your children the way I’m beasting
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| Just know I plan to blow minds back
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| Rip the most, sip a toast, and whip a Ghost like a proton pack
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| While I catch a massage by who I’m menage-ing with
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| You’re as fraudulent as a desert with a mirage in it
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| Provoking El might, get you caught up like you at the light
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| With the cop on your tail lighting a tail with the broken taillight
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| Beat you herbs then carve up your henchmen
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| You starve for attention, but are you hungry enough to eat your words?
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| You spit that club nonsense
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| I hop in your mind state
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| Crash your mental plane
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| Wreck your train of thought
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| And blast your subconscious out the water
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| I slaughter
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| Can’t get a grip on my ego
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| Be wild’n out with my ego
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| It’s hard to think around my ego
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| Feel like I’m the shit with my ego
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| Floss with my ego, I’m a boss with my ego
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| I’m about to run this shit with my ego
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| Don’t say too much around my ego
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| Tend to lose control around my ego |