| Understand I didn’t come here to debate you
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| I came to run a saber straight through your rib cage, poke a lung then deflate
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| you
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| By saying this, you might think that I hate you
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| But if you knew the way I slew the last 28 dudes, you’d be grateful
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| I’ll show the children how I wrote a million, unloaded skill
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| Then made his frame collapse straight down like an imploded building
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| My raw skills cause you to need heart pills
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| Your thoughts are far from real like sawing off all your limbs and doing a
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| cartwheel
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| My mode shifts, I step hard 'til the road splits
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| Drove to the summer solstice with a whole army of ghosts clenched in my closed
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| fist
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| Might clown around with a roundhouse counter-style from a mounted file
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| Plus every time I do a pushup the earth goes down a mile
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| The atoms race through dark matter space
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| They calibrate every bar that I make while coordinating my database
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| My set of rules is never contestable
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| Able to view the next 200 decades ahead of you through my spectacles
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| My talents leak out by the gallons
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| I walk skyscrapers at night as a challenge while sleeping still keeping my
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| balance
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| I’m hard to drop like a bad habit
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| Leave two of my tablets in a room alone, they’ll produce songs faster than
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| jackrabbits
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| I’m ruling men with a fast moving pen
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| I used to be cool with the Super Friends until I became one of Lex Luthor’s men
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| Ruthless when I’m mad my front tooth extends
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| I was the hooligan in the new suit fashion from cougar skin
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| I’m the true decider, deep as a scuba diver
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| Of 10,000 arrivers, only two survivors, just me and my Uber driver
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| Mysterious plowers put fear in a coward
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| I can shave my face and grow a full beard in a hour
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| Ain’t no nappin' when these thoughts are travelin'
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| It’s sounding like a cavalry with 20,000 horses galloping
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| I got no time for restin' and grapplin'
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| All that’s happening is rappers' next of kin gettin' visited by the chaplain
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| When I create at my normal rate, concepts congregate
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| Down in my conscious state and songs take seconds to formulate
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| Every day is tough, I rip thousands of sheets of paper up
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| For every line I say, it’s a hundred that didn’t make the cut
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| Not too genteel to leave men killed
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| Super vision instilled because my contact lenses resemble windshields
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| My concentration’s never been greater
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| I’m composing ten papers on a freezing thin glacier without a windbreaker
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| Squeeze the life from whoever speaks of me
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| Each race, color and creed I see, I don’t discriminate, I leak ‘em equally
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| It’s not in me to weep and be timid
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| My vehicle I’m sleepin' in, even when it goes a hundred over the speed limit
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| At the age of two, they knew I was a crazy dude
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| My vapors move through trachea tubes and chew organs 'til they mushy as baby
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| food
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| My skill roots are hard to trace, my thoughts move faster than cars that race
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| Even when I’m thinking at a jogger’s pace
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| I move about with no way of screening me
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| Whether land, water or greenery, I can easily blend into the scenery
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| My dumb foes evacuate when I unload
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| They run so rapidly when I compose, their feet sound like a drum roll
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| I’m like Flash so when I slash ya
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| If you call 911, I’ll be the cat that answers posing as the dispatcher
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| So no one’s coming to provide protection
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| Many personalities, when I look in the mirror I see five reflections
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| They started questioning my mental health
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| Meanwhile I was in a belt of clouds, Facetiming my 60 year old self
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| Undressing you with the naked truth, after I wreck a crew
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| Detectives test my mic hand for gunshot residue
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| Circle you like an Andean condor
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| Then I spun your house around until your backyard was sitting at your front door
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| Defying physics 'til the class learns
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| K-Rino inventor of the 360 degree half turn
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| No saving me because I’m too disturbed
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| Shell casings falling out my mouth as I aim at rappers and shoot my words |