| Yeah
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| I woke up this morning
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| I had wings sprouting out my back
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| So I flew high through the sky
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| And started murdering emcees
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| Listen
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| I bark verbs and nouns like bloodhounds for 320 rounds
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| With poliomyelitis-infected rain coming down
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| Towns swim in my crown until all the citizens drown
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| Psychedelic verses project optical image for sound
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| They search my for boundaries, no limits were found
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| Radioactive biochemicals were then timidly scrounged
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| A chemist said the remnants he found were from a line some clown attempted to
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| down
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| Poisonous plasma 'til his hemorrhage was brown
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| Breaking your jaw, trachea straw and shrink so far
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| Swallowing spit’ll be like sucking a cantaloupe through a straw
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| The rabid animal who bench-pressed the weight without a pole
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| With a hand of gold, the most polymorphic and manifold
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| Before we abort ‘em, first we chronologically sort ‘em
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| My house from roof to floor is draped in postmortem decorum
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| Drinking the flame, I’m the main link in the chain
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| I use a hypodermic pen to shoot ink in my veins and fly high
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| La la la la la
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| La la la
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| I won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la
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| I fly high
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| La la la la
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| La la la
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| Won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| Yeah
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| La la la
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| Tell us what’s up, boy
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| What I decreed made a hater bleed
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| I play the lead and read at a greater rate of speed
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| And all without the aid of weed
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| We thought-programmers with microchip cameras
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| Pages hang high from my ceiling like championship banners
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| I’ll climb seven million miles into the sublime
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| Search every minuscule centimeter of every planet’s design
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| Ignore great celestial fossils and archeological finds
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| A thousand years of time just to achieve the retrieval of a line
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| Before your boy could train him, I first had to extract
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| Every chromosome that was inside him, identify ‘em and name ‘em
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| Heat purify ‘em and flame ‘em
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| Then hang ‘em high over the Mediterranean
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| Open ‘em back up wide and perfectly rechain ‘em
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| My throat ejected pyrotechnics that shoots a viral infected message
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| As confusing as five dyslexics
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| The day you chose K to pursue was an abominable day for you
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| So hatefully I’ll disable you, then Satan’ll pray for you
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| I fly high
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| La la la la la
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| La la la
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| I won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la
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| I fly high
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| La la la la
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| La la la
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| Won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| Yeah
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| La la la
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| Tell us what’s up, boy
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| Our clash is like a train smash and a set of eyelashes
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| Your whole left half is in the grass with bio-sized gashes
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| I flash my crown at any man with his hand hoping to grab it
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| Bite down and lift his cap up like a can-opener magnet
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| I asked him a question and he was so eager to impress
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| He broke down each anatomical compound humans possess
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| The way the ventricles respond during a cardiac arrest
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| The distinction between the divinely cursed and the blessed
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| The complete codex magic, a first page to the index
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| How a bee defies the flight law in two genetic lab tests
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| The density of dark matter, how thought data is processed
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| Before the question that I asked him, he coulda simply just said yes
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| You was ordered, drawn and quartered so I transport you to slaughter
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| Chinese water torture specialist who tortures the water
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| I cocked and shot a rhyme
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| He said he’d rather me slap him in front of his son than spit a rhyme against
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| him privately
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| I fly high
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| La la la la la
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| La la la
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| I won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la
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| I fly high
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| La la la la
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| La la la
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| Won’t be happy 'til I see you die
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| La la la la
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| Yeah
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| La la la
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| Tell us what’s up, boy |