| This that visualizing demons while deep in yo sleep and dreamin' 'bout chiefin
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| with kings up in a castle made of kief
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| I’m kreepin on with my heathens who don’t believe what you speaking
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| You travel on just believin all of the thangs that you heard
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| I put my faith in the sacred geometry known as Phi
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| You took so many synthetics that it goes over your mind
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| You see me study quadrivium make me lose track of time
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| But time is only a piece of what we can’t see with our eyes
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| I got my balaclava, balaclava
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, balaclava
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, can’t see nada
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, you can’t see nada
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| Black mask on my face
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| Withstand with the plank
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| Do you wanna play?
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| Come my nigga Ghoste, as I know he got a train
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| I train, I summon the hate, thinking
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| This copycat niggas tryna play like they original
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| Blood, they got mistake, for JGRXXN
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| You, with snapped fingers, it breaking
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| While I brought back with my in the gage
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| I got my balaclava, balaclava
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, balaclava
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, can’t see nada
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| Bitch, I got my balaclava, you can’t see nada
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| (This that visualizing demons)
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| (I whipe my ass with yo' skimask) |