| It’s Madness
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| H-Town to Canada
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| K-Rino, SPC
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| Underground network
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| Fearless
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| For what it’s worth, they fake like the Earth they shake
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| I’m blowing bastards out like candles on a birthday cake
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| Leave my foes in the red, scared because I rose from the dead
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| I got a plant that generates flows, it grows in my head
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| I got enemies plotting my murder, opposing in line
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| I cause threatening epidemics by exposing the line
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| I’ve been chosen to find a concept that explodes in the mind
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| A rhyme waiting in 2009, frozen in time
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| My main woman got a .45 and a knife in her purse
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| I’ll take it to ya death and make you live ya life in reverse
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| God’s blessing, I hold back from adolescence to old
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| Ya life’s payment is overdue, I’m repossessing your soul
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| The lesson was told, so I let the drama unfold
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| And stuff 79 cadavers in a 20 inch hole
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| When it’s over I write a verse to celebrate what I done
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| I’m scared one day I’ll accidentally elevate to the Sun
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| It’s madness
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| These’ll fools never comprehend
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| It’s madness
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| My words can kill a hundred men
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| I speak violent tones that snap collar bones
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| Smother your voice till your holler’s gone and all that you can conjure up is a
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| silent moan
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| I’m a delusional depiction, a mirage
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| A pictureless collage dressed In ghostly camouflage
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| You seem animate with this dream programmer
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| I’m an extre show slammer with supreme flow grammar
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| The man with the logic, yet I’m still damaging topics
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| I can make my molecules merge with inanimate objects
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| I stand exactly behind the man that plans to gat me
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| I hold conversations with the Moon and it speaks back at me
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| My thoughts soar, still I explore the ocean’s floor
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| My diary had my life wrote in it before I bought it from the store
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| To make contintents nervous was my assumed purpose
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| I deliver disasters on silver platters like room service
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| Cause comatose conditions when the rough parts hit ya
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| I’ll blow out my own brain so I can share my thoughts with ya
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| (Haha hold up, hold up mayne, you gotta give me that last line again mayne
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| I can’t let you bring this hook in just yet, K)
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| I said something ‘bout I’ll split ya
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| I’ll blow out my own brain so I can share my thoughts with ya
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| It’s madness
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| These fools never comprehend
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| It’s madness
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| My words can kill a hundred men
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| If you diss me, I’m gonna ride
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| I’m a live version of a nightmare being trapped at a high tide homicide
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| personified
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| I reduce rookies to fumes when the lyrical gun booms
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| And I locked up a million wack rappers in one room
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| When I close the doors, the temperature soears
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| It’s burning like microwave horns, radiation exposed to unclosed pores
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| And the louder the threats, no sweat, the louder my laughter get
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| I’ll turn into some letters and hide inside the alphabet
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| And when I see you, I’ma probably swarm
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| And make myself spell into words that inflict bodily harm
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| I killed fakes with speeches that flow 'til they filled lakes
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| I’m a blender, vocally smashing brains to milkshakes
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| It’s madness
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| These fools never comprehend
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| It’s madness
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| My words can kill a hundred men |