| As I fall into a deep sleep, knowledge is the drug I’m doping up
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| Eyes closed, I wait for mental doors to open up
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| I drift into the universal future events
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| I witness rhymes memorized without rehearsal
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| I found myself fighting in a rage
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| First page of the drama, South Park was the murder stage
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| So I let the tension build up, twenty they killed up
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| I stepped in the mix and got filled up
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| Skies were cloudy in my brain
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| I strain with pain and see the rain and blood or I’m bleeding like rain
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| I was too scared to fear it, so loud I couldn’t hear it
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| Dimensional war man versus spirit
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| As I crossed my soul road, I met a warlord
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| Standing before me with the shield and a golden sword
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| He said forever I would burn, but fighting his soul to death
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| Would be the only way that I could return
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| Although it made no sense to me
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| I meditated till my mighty Black Book appeared instantly
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| However death was my conclusion
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| Although it appeared to be destruction it was only an illusion
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| It’s only an illusion
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| (It's only an illusion)
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| It’s only an illusion
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| (It's only an illusion)
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| Deep in South Park the projects
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| Home of the killers, dope fiends, hookers and car wrecks
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| Found myself on the verge of getting smothered
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| Tied up in a room full of fake under-covers
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| Caught up in a cross, the set up was tight and solid
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| Had 15 g’s in a sack with two more in my wallet
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| They sent me upstairs to start the hit
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| Apartment two-twenty-one where the big boys ran they licks
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| Now ain’t this a switch, I’m getting used by the police
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| Living life as a faking snitch
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| Knocked on the door real soft
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| They snatched me up and let me know a dope fiend already tipped 'em off
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| Knowing the cops was outside, them fools was fried
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| So they gon' murder me and then commit suicide
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| It ain’t no mercy or no catch
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| Poured some gas all over my body and then they struck a match
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| The cops kicked until the door broke, bullets flew
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| Bodies were dropping both sides suffered death in the smoke
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| I’m caught in this confusion
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| Just as I thought that I was dying it was only an illusion
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| I think it’s something psychiatric, K, so I’m gonna have to do some further
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| analysis
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| Aw, man, I can’t take this no more, man
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| I’m gonna need one more illusion, K
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| Yeah baby I love you too
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| I’ma come and scoop you later she said call before you come through
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| This was a girl I just met
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| She took my mind off my problems, a relationship was in effect
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| She knew I didn’t play around
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| Went to her crib every now and then at night just to lay it down
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| She knows about the life that’s trapping me
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| Knew that I had to watch myself with all these jealous suckers after me
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| Was there ever any doubt? |
| No
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| I stopped pounding on that booty hard I started making love slow
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| I never had to get this lady straight
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| I told her 'bout this fool I hate, she said she knew him back in '88
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| A high-capper named Rick, ain’t nothing changed
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| He was trickin' back then and he’s still a trick
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| He’s out to get me cus I split him
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| On the hoop-court cappin' for some freaks so I did him
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| My baby said he’s only frontin'
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| Take your mind off it, K, come lay it down and let me show you somethin'
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| Another world is what she showed me, gave it like she owed me
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| Tied me to the bed and then she rode me
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| She said you like that, I said yeah baby you’s a killer
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| She said I know and then she reached up under the pillow
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| I hope you enjoyed the blast son
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| And I hope that the hit was good cus it’s your last one
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| All along this trick was gaming
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| Twenty brothers busted out of the closets strapped and aiming
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| Could it be another illusion? |
| This one was real
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| Life is over school out murder conclusion
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| K! |
| K wake up! |
| K-Rino! |
| Get up! |
| Oh my god. |
| K! |
| Get up! |
| C’mon K! |
| C’mon K snap in to
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| it. |
| Get back. |
| C’mon K… |