| Y’all need to understand somethin' about me
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| I don’t never come down
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| Never come down
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| Never come down
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| You suffer from the coward syndrome, run when the trouble comes
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| My jaw pressure’s bionic, I chew iron like bubble gum
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| You and your crew pretend to be supermen, I’ll make sure you don’t move again
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| On a gurney with your ribs protruding through your skin
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| Amateur scampering in words sampling, I’m the champion
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| Examining the thoughts of men through a planet-sized camera lens
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| The plan I execute took Panama’s route
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| Shoot and leave your outfit redder than a Santa Claus' suit
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| I’m the wizard but not that man from Oz
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| I channel Mars while you pop handlebars and tamper with Hannah Montana dolls
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| Stomachs split by God’s science
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| Consciousness leave you and your conglomerates crying
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| Like retired athletes at press conferences
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| Fry your thought metropolis quicker than pan sausages
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| Verses I drop and spit are easy to attract like opposites
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| My mind is bottomless so tryna follow this is like getting your esophagus to
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| swallow baseball-sized throat lozenges
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| I’m so cocky that I’m hawking up confidence
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| Forget a can of whoop-ass, I’ll probably open up a box of apocalypse
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| My rhyme style’s described as androgynous
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| Cops say ya to comply with my politics, there’s a seventy shot hostages
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| Compared to you, I’m overly gifted
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| If I sh*t outside and a horse sh*tted on my sh*t, you wouldn’t be worthy to
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| sniff it
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| I’ll rout you, pass by you and lighter fluid-douse you and your spose too
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| Then Heimlich Maneuver a building out you
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| See your flow made a unethical spectacle
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| You need a twenty-two gallon metal receptacle to hold one of my testicles
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| Experimentally extract the best of you
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| Then dispose of the other 99% that composes the rest of you
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| From a plane, I tragically hang you
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| Magically change you into something that’ll actually scare the hell out of
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| Criss Angel
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| Enemies leave with damaged extremities
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| And only I breathe the remedies
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| I’ve lived in eleven high speed infinities
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| Man, my softest verse will end yo life
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| Like a ten year old getting punched in the chin cold twice like Kimbo Slice
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| If you’re fly, have you choking up jewelry
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| If I ain’t dope enough, sue me, I’ll blast your chest and make you open up to me
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| Paragraphs I simultaneously release a couple out
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| In my mouth is a tongue and on that tongue is another mouth
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| That salivates typhoons, torture is coming soon
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| The hieroglyphic lyrics written on the walls of the mummy’s tomb
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| With all due respect, I breathe the heaven breathes
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| In benevolent degrees that span the diaspora and travel the seven seas
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| The question is why they tried to bodybag guy
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| He probably half high, my skills made a polygraph lie
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| I’ll smack you with a palm of needles while my tongue releases lethal heat
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| secretions like a bombardier beetle
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| I’m sharper than ever, each endeavor is thoughtfully clever
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| You half-steppin' like a dude with his foot partially severed
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| You spittin' raps that lack in potassium
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| While actually the fact that I’m an immaculate rapper is an axiom
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| No chance for the dome that I’m blastin' in
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| Just like a doctor patching a rifle wound with tape, you malpracticing |