| Swear to God I got a skill to kill oh lawd
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| You can check the fucking record we have built it ourselves
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| Me and all of my companions built the foundation
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| A bit of ingenuity and a lot of dedication
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| It all a dependent on the original flare
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| I feel the energy collapse when I move along
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| As I correct the composition for the sake of your soul
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| My vernacular consuming
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| Nigga letting it go
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| I’ve been the cynical pessimist
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| So I try to stay positive in the personal interest
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| I deliver the sentence with the sentimental value from the past
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| My brain play a Keith Murray
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| The most beautifullest thing in the world is the interesting flow I got
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| Had the shot and I took it never standing around
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| I’m looking for a serious opportunity to pursue
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| I pick a position to play my cadence is so vicious
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| East 1999 born thug shit I spit it double time
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| So evident you can fuck with me
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| That was relative to the rhetoric that I render
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| Reluctantly I release it with new faith revealed
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| Reverse the verse to refine me define the meaning of real
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| Got me feeling like a goddamn king oh lawd
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| But my aspirations aren’t materialistic I’m a simple man
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| Very minimalistic
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| Couldn’t tell from the flow cause it was sick and sadistic
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| Man these rappers about as sweet as the Kiwi Mistic
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| Heard them niggas got the keys boy please just miss me
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| Said I used to be submissive but now nobody missed the bullshit
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| Its bad for your health high fructose corn syrup
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| Hypertension hyperventilating when I hear
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| Heard the sheep to a cliff you can jump in a group
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| That’s a suicide pact when they missing me to
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| Like nigga the joint gold but my shit dope to
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| Hit them with the stale face
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| I disappear from reality I really wanna live in my zone
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| Wrote another monologue
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| Add it to my catalog
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| Let a nigga catapult and calculate my fucking effort making sure it’s
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| calibrated I could make it but I know I tell the world I’ve been devoted so I
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| got to keep my focus so I pray the perseverance on display pays off God damn
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| Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily)
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| On my mind got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy)
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| 'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep
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| I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| I hope Jahova hear me
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| Hoe I hold it down you best believe I
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| I still roll around smoking weed
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| Like I used to
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| I still ride around bumping Spitter
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| Like I used to
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| I still work alone Solitude
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| Like I used to
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| But this some brand new shit
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| Something they ain’t used to
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| I still roll around smoking weed
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| Like I used to
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| I still ride around bumping Spitter
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| Like I used to
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| I still work alone Solitude
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| Like I used to
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| But this some brand new shit
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| Something they ain’t used to
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| I can package you a pair
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| Coming out the complications
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| The preparation is a process please pardon
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| I put the parenthesis is a pivotal spot
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| I purposely propose a proposition to all of my people
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| Got a perfect alliteration I wrote it in my steeple
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| Second coming of the Father
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| Resurrection like the sequel
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| They decipher every noun but never understand the meaning Mr. Avant Garde
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| I’m a sheriff and not abiding to the rules or regulations resonating with the
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| regular patrons
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| That is stuck in the matrix when I run out of patience
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| I proceed to barate you see to brigate
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| The gaze engage against the grain protect the culture
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| Not precocious raised like Zacharias De La Rocha writes a hook
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| Like Oscar De La Hoya pain inside his mind confined no one Goddamn
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| Nigga fallin' I’ve been slipping on the daily (On the daily)
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| I’m a mona got a nigga going crazy (Going crazy)
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| 'Fore I close my eyes and go to sleep
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| I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| I hope Jahova hears me
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| Hoe I hold it down you best believe I
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| I still roll around smoking weed
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| Like I used to
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| I still ride around bumping Spitter
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| Like I used to
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| I still work alone Solitude
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| Like I used to
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| But this some brand new shit
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| Something they ain’t used to
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| I still roll around smoking weed
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| Like I used to
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| I still ride around bumping Spitter
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| Like I used to
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| I still work alone Solitude
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| Like I used to
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| But this some brand new shit
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| Something they ain’t used to |