| Oh yeah
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| Time is up
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| All y’all emcees, y’all had a good run
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| No more time, this is it
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| Let me tell you
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| You can’t hide from the wondrous designs that my mind do
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| You could be in another country, I’ll reach out and clothesline you
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| I’m not responsible for one fool that I run through
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| When you come to, you’ll catch me tryna unscrew your tonsils
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| My open folder resembles a gun show
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| ‘cause it unloads out of control ammo, one flow crushes the console
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| Red liquid I scoop out’cha like punch bowls
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| I was comprehending incomprehensible untold wisdom at a month old
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| I hold tournaments in different languages
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| Dangerous entanglements with me versus my brain as the main event
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| I like to wear a Jason mask when the mic is there
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| My type is rare, I’m so deranged I’ll push you up a flight of stairs
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| I’m using cyclone mic drones in my flight zone
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| When I’m around it’s so scary the dark sleeps with the lights on
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| I split cement, what you spit’s anemic
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| People bringing hands to gunfights, I’m bringing harpoons to disagreements
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| The next sequence will be tense
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| I process time so fast, a thousand years ago to me seems recent
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| And I release at nano-speeds, landing hands on these emcees
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| So when they say cheese, their teeth look like piano keys
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| I was conceived into 29 families and built my stamina feeding on sweet animate
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| mammaries
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| Thoughts so high that they massage the sun
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| Emcees come to me to learn styles upon styles like I’m Olajuwon
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| I got some pages they can trade between ‘em
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| Haters in my basement steamin', crazy, it’s been ages since their neighbors
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| seen ‘em
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| Hellafied bars in this black new mic I’m breathing
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| Soon as I see your face, I’m going at you like I’m sneezing
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| My feet massively pound, so when I hit brakes, I’m smashin' ‘em down so hard
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| that they blast through the ground
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| Ideas escape from my brain’s majestic gates and transfigurate into sharp
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| triangular geometric shapes
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| That race through space at a hectic pace, excavating and wrecking states,
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| decimating the earth’s tectonic plates
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| The mic I hold’s a striking cobra
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| I might explode into a solar lightening bolt, the level right below a hyper nova
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| I make ‘em scatter like a pistol pop, to wipe me out there is a plot
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| Meanwhile I got your grandpa in a scissor lock
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| My analogies be passing regions where the wormhole gases be, leaping with
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| supernatural verticality
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| Come after me you gotta be packed with audacity
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| A question mark won’t even end a sentence without asking me
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| Insatiable great untraceable evasive moves capable of sneaking up from behind
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| you while I was facing you
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| I take various trips through great barriers while carrying a magic lariat to
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| snatch you out your safe areas
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| I made ‘em take you off the respirator, persuaded the lead investigator’s case
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| ‘cause he owed me a special favor
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| Come along and watch K wreck and bury everybody in the place like Sissy Spacek
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| in Carrie
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| This set possesses high risk threats
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| How was it possible to think myself to life when my mind didn’t exist yet? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The End Vocal , by - K Rino. Song from the album Skillz Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп