| Runnin' wit' 5 lane bros, seein' things. |
| Here’s ya intro
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| To acid hallucinagenics. |
| Human beings… Y’all 12 rap on that
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| I take this war shit deeply
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| You should be avoiding my recording
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| I take this war shit deeply
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| 'Cuz murder’s my rewarding
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| So many trials and tribulations
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| Havin' wicked conversations
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| With God and Satan, thug and desperation
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| So many killas across the nation
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| Live in anialation, but I’m ready to kill some shit
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| Mental patient, impatient
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| Watch me change the situation wit' this murder demonstration
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| When I blow your ass away when you out free-basin'
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| Still runnin' up in the race, facin' racists
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| Just racin', comtemplatin' suicide still idle time wastin'
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| Still a Nation Ahead of Time And Space
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| If you ride wit' me you might end up in a police chase
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| I don’t recommend the Wicked Shit for you
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| You just a ho, and you can’t do what I do
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| It’s hard to perform under these circumstances
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| Watch the devil when he dances
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| You’ll need an ambulances, puttin' em in trances
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| Hypnotize, watch you wake up when I snap my fingas
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| Open ya eyes, open ya eyes
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| I take this war shit deeply, peep me
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| Never hang where the weak be
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| Always woke, never sleepy
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| I keep the uzi and I’ll wet you like a jacuzzi
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| Kick shit like a Suzuki, hit you wit' the Horuki
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| Niggas get that cash up
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| Hoes bounce that ass up
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| Niggas get that cash up
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| Hoes bounce that ass up
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| I shoot a little 'caine
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| Stressed the fuck out
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| Keep the heat on me at all times
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| So my shirt it kinda stuck out
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| Don’t make me draw down and buck out
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| 'Cuz where I’m from when the guns bust
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| They leave ya fuckin' guts out
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| So many rules and regulations
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| Bein' broke, death by speculation
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| The world’s fascination with self afflicted mutilation
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| How can I obtain the power through manifestation
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| Immortalized and bomb mummification
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| Peep the translation, check communications
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| Run at top secret operations |