| You wanna see me, pull your cash out
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| The world don’t wanna see me lash out
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| OD those sleeping pills, still ripped after I passed out
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| You optically see what a perfect verbal model be
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| I’m like a drug now so pharmacies wanna bottle me
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| If K-Rino spit it, admit it, trick, it’s gotta be wicked
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| I list rappers names and scratch ‘em off like lottery tickets
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| I’m the real wizard that Dorothy and them wanted to see
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| My brain temperature at birth was 203
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| They say I’m deeper now, that’s how strong my game got
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| I’m so far out there that I’m right back in the same spot
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| Figured it out while I dropped a stigmatism
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| I got a rhyme for every existed microscopic organism
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| I can take what y’all bringing at me
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| I ain’t crazy, I’m ducking ‘cause the ghost of rappers I killed was swinging at
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| me
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| See my vocal cords can stop a train
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| I strain and pop a vein, trust me, I can drown you with a drop of rain
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line
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| If you ever read my resume
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| You’ll see I’m capable of switching tomorrow out with yesterday
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| Your lack of skill made me crack the
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| When it comes to winning, we couldn’t count on you if you was a calculator
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| I got dark thoughts so my mind is black
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| Stared at the beat for three minutes, when they played it back, my rhyme was on
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| the track
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| I see the platinum pieces you collected
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| But fool, I’ll hook a chain up to the earth and wear a planet around my neck
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| Mama said never let a fool beat ya
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| I’m a cool preacher, you couldn’t test me if you was my school teacher
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| Concocting ten flows that pollute minds like putting toxin in
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| My touch is strong enough to leave fingerprints on oxygen
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| What’s the approximate number of blocks I hit?
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| Like Glocks, I spit buckshot, toxic shit I got a box of it
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| I took his life with intellectual karate
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| Dumped him in three feet of water and they still couldn’t find his body
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line
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| I’ll release a rough sounding note
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| Tell the truth when you hear me rapping, feels like it’s a hand around your
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| throat
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| The way I kill rappers is beautiful
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| Scare you so bad that you won’t even show up to your own funeral
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| Thoughts of me losing are outlandish
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| I wasn’t born, a artist drew me, when he finished, I walked up off the canvas
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| I shoot chemicals into your main vein
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| You could sit next to me on a flight and still wouldn’t be on the same plane
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| Forget the body, man, I gots to shoot hands
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| I make haters spread more often than a prostitute’s legs
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| My vocabulary burns skin and kills your nerves
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| Beat you with my rap book to make sure that you feel my words
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| I make the simple things in life seem confusing
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| They found out my flow was the supplement Barry Bonds was using
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| In this last line I’m ‘bout to spit, that’s what did it
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| Matter fact, the line is so cold, I ain’t gon' even much spit it
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line
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| Here I go, I’m ‘bout to spit another rhyme
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| Or add flow from another time
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| The whole universe is in my mind
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| Sixteen murders in every line |