| Start a confusion with bars that I’m using, my thought is proven
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| Art of illusion, jump in a pool without the water moving
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| Die if you try to maneuver, violent diatribe shooter
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| The loser gotta smoke a cyanide hookah
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| You knew that my vocal fluid was super
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| My older music is newer than any music that you can do in the future
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| They wanna view as I’m schooling this doofus
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| But see the truth of the matter is their fools are comparing Lucifer to
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| The subjects are rushing in with no supplements
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| By the time you finish buffering, my conscious already published another ten
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| Suffocate the wind of these puppet men
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| Coupled with uppercuts, two to the face like a double chin
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| I love it when I visit the future and then some of the past
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| I can see my reflection when I’m not in front of a glass
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| The human power tool, my senses have now improved
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| I can sit in a loud room and hear the clouds over
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use
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| I’m not on a regular rap grid, I can snap and decap wigs
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| And mentally interact with arachnids
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| Pushed him from behind and he backslid
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| My focus so exact, I wrote this on a roller coaster undistracted
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| I’m rare and I bleed ya and keep meat slabs in the freezer
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| Could barely complete this song ‘cause my pen was having a seizure
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| I lead you to quick slaughter though I could spit harder
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| The kickstarter, every time I read the books get smarter
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| I calculate that nobody would pay for what you have to say
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| You couldn’t be a ghost writer if you passed away
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| I respond with metaphorical rainstorms
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| Plus I knew what you was thinkin' before your brain formed
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| I’m trackin' and smashin' up your paragraphical structure
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| Mix happiness with your pain so you laugh as you suffer
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| I’m the friendliest stranger entangled in envy and anger
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| My head is a chamber that came with a twenty disc changer
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use
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| Control the game while laying in bed
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| So much light coming from my mind, I wear a lamp shade on my head
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| In the secretest skill, I’m never tellin' that
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| Nobody knows where I’m dwellin' at because I hid my house under my welcome mat
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| Don’t need a gun, just let the beat run
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| I count from a thousand backwards scrambling numbers and won’t repeat one
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| Beat you for months just because you seek a response
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| Hear fifty people clearly even if they’re speaking at once
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| No hiding, even no lying, I’m beating you coldly
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| I go to your site and post people eating emojis
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| If a volcano reached its heat summit, I wouldn’t feel one degree if I was
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| ‘sleep eleven feet from it
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| People with weak stomachs might vomit if they try and step
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| They threw me in the lions den and the lions left
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| Human explosive, watch the shrapnel that flew up
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| Strap myself to you but it only blows you up
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use
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| It’s murder in the booth, it’s murder in the booth
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| I’m the killer that’s on the loose, killer that’s on the loose
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| Loadin' up on top of the roof, loadin' up on the roof
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| ‘bout to put my weapon to use, ‘bout to put that thing to use |