| «What is it?»
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| «We're geting near the end, my brother. |
| Getting near the end.»
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| «Okay everybody, we’re about to make our move! |
| Bring out the hostages»
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| I watch from my vantage point
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| Stayin' dope but can’t stand the joint
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| In this rain, I try to stay afloat, it’s like the spiders
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| Versus ancient road, an artist works to chase the hope
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| But it’s hard to stay clean when they leave
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| Razor blades in soap, so it’s back to illegal ventures
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| That legal tendon, quick to change a man
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| Malcotics exchanging hands then the scripts to pressure fitness
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| Prefer the late night over day time
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| I bet I when I play dice
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| I’m in a world of butchers, I play the part of a surgeon
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| Conthasus harbour a burden, but who does it right?
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| And as a kid, I tried to find the importance (what?)
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| To be like Mike Tyson like Jordan (busted)
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| Ate a slice of humble pie in the corner
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| Wasn’t after seconds, I re-up and now it’s class in session
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| study till I bodied these bars
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| And started flexing 'em, got a little shine, I’m blessin' 'em
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| Now I’m content with every rhymer that’s listened |
| 'Cause write is not a right, it’s a privilege, you feel me?
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| They say it don’t matter
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| I call bullshit, it’s all about that’s the object |