| Red knives in the fireplace
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| Cut beef like the bible says
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| Tear streets off with no feet lest they want to walk in the motherland
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| Purple hearts in her father’s hand
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| Pull plugs like magicians
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| No thugs had a tear on his face more permanent than those who never listen
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| I never know if I’m crazy
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| Or if the world can’t hear me
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| So I scream like I was under water hold the bottle like a baby during breast
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| feed
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| The seasons are oblivious
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| In California where we’re creeping
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| Fold light like a blanket, I’m a neptune native with the stars on my platelets
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| There’s no ground where I’m walking, upon the shoulder blade of Atlas
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| My pen and pad ready cool tongue on the steady hold the fist like a fascist
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| Watch me fall when the rain does
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| That’s when I rap like the pharaoh
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| Split hairs over tooth and diminishing inwards, threads getting narrow
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| They never knew me from next
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| I never knew a heart from a handsaw
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| If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man
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| saw
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| They never knew me from next
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| I never knew a heart from a handsaw
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| If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man
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| saw
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| See what a man saw
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| I’m furious
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| Past the phase of dealing with shit
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| Yanking out stitches
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| Staking out pigeons
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| Loosed a killer without a mission
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| It’s likely I’m living in my life’s intermission
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| For the rest of it taking beats under my breast
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| Up the BPM when I’m stressed
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| Double that with the drink smoke sesh'
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| Not liking these dudes in my head
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| They ain’t rooting for me and my bread
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| But every time I bring the shit up and plays for more ways for me to play dead
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| And I’m a good actor
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| Watch us all get along
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| Cuz' my capacity for mastering my craft is so dastardly it feels wrong
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| These motherfuckers after me and my faculty
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| Really wish I was living life lavishly
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| But I carry on, keeping it in the family with these songs
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| Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas
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| Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash
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| Whiplash
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| Whiplash
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| Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas
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| Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash
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| Whiplash
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| Whiplash |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How to Be a Gemini , by - Jonwayne. Song from the album Rap Album One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп