| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows»
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| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows»
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| Eye twitching, no goggles, my night vision
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| Built in the ocular since finesse was wild pitching (that's right)
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| Caught lightning in a bottle but their heads hurt
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| Blind listener’s net worth, nine bucks, my
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| Guess they’re rules to follow like the five pillars
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| For any hero, blind villain, no role model
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| Back when Gek' and I were Suicide King
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| And had plans for they were dashed upon an eye splitting
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| But that’s life, bitch you’re makin' it hell
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| You’re semi-arrogant? |
| We’re from Melbourne, son
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| Fluent, Phil Gektor on that feel
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| Super ill, who to kill next bro? |
| We’re watchin'
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| Drunk scientist messed up concoctions
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| Flowin' with the pride you’re runnin' with one lioness
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| Laminate my rhyme pad, page by page
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| Placed in gold frames, hanging on my night stands
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| Slangin' that, a price that I feel is worthy
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| Of a slang that I be writin', them slick skills
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| Got dipped quilled in ink spills, grab 'em by the tight pants
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| Squeezing out their lifespan, we can exile
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| Take 'em to the pine baron, six feet line scattered
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| their rhyme pad, dig deep
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| The Knight brothers, we write, reveal crooked grin
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| My knight took your king, bring in the hook with six
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| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows»
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| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows»
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| Spit arrows, spit head from the apple
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| Grapple with my demons, kill the when I scramble
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| I’m happiest alone, just me and my atonement
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| My habitat’s my home, feelin' Flu
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| Keep each other’s back when I get harassed by
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| See, I need the omen of their own end
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| All this weed smoke rappers embryonically
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| All that iceberg, you could have spent on property
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| You can’t take nothing when you gotta leave, the prophecy
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| All I got’s my balls, a weed stalk and my honesty
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| Use that shit chronically, in order of chronology
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| More truth in roots of a tree than in astrology
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| Introspecting glances, incorrect answers
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| Snakes in the garden, I trim the rotten branches
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| Meditate on death, prepare for the cancer
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| Sip on ransid rain, tippin' down some change
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| Walk off on resurrect a vibe again
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| It’s Flu Season, cue your views
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| Who knows what? |
| The tide’ll bring their bodies by the barrel load
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| I narrow on the sparrow hiding camou', let the ammo roll
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| left in a grave so shallow
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| They felt the dirt on their bones while swingin' from the gallows
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| A strange fellow, shit grow old and mallow
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| Those they hallow to the yellow
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| Bitch
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| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows»
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| «Hidden in the dark of the shadows
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| Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows»
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| «Hidden in the dark-»
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| «Hid-hid-hidden in the dark of the shadows» |