| Mi a get mi a machete, mi a carve yee up
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| Clean mi blade mon, me a sharp it up
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| Nice and clean…
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| Big Up!
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| Let the water spill back in the cup
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| It’s Doctor No, put back in yo guts
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| Back in the cut, sealing the crease
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| Put 'em together piece by piece, then break a jig-saw
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| Puzzle they puzzle hoping the jig saw
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| The beefs in a pan not cookin', I like my shit raw
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| Thought you was sleep but you was really woke
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| Dope, I pour the soda out the shitty coke
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| Only the real
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| I smash off shattered pieces of glass until it forms a light bulb
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| Blow smoke back at the roach, until it rolls the blunt
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| Pour the OG from the blunt then bag it up for lunch
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| Reverse the explosion from the process
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| Cause I rebuild buildings, a bunch of projects
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| Like Donald Sterling, I’m a realtor
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| Take the keys back shorty I ain’t feeling yuh
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| Uh…
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| Run it back (x4)
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| Words disappearing off the page
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| The scenery’s a mosh pit, I levitate then floated on my back
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| Over hands and bodies and landed on the stage
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| Shell cases on the ground, go back into the gauge
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| Reach back in the trench coat, reverse the process
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| On a rhythm, scale it down and we’ll click dragging the tempo
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| Benefacto, the 45 will spin 'em backwards
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| Spit a piece of bubble gum back in the package
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| Redo the wrapper, breaking yo back, fatal fracture
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| Scoop yo guts, stuff 'em back in yo stomach and seal it after
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| Push a big dog whip, I wheel a tractor
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| Sew yo wig on yo scalp then peel it backwards
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| Reattach the back, parachute it back to the
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| Fallen smoke through the condition, ducks back to the dewey
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| Started the end of the movie, reverse the credits
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| Bodies go from the S’s back to the 'matics
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| Run it back, Lemme catch it again
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| Run it back (x4) |