| I see, I see, I see, I’ve been VI- VIP
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| My knee high, green sky sits three feet under me
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| It must’ve been, been, something seen, once but me
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| More other dreams, just’ve seen, just the dreams it has to be
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| Crack the beat like you crack a beer
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| The atmosphere, stratosphere slacks this year
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| And it happens here, dragon’s tears, here, only sound
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| No words, no verbs, no nouns, no ground can be broken
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| Other names are spoken, this is soakin' blue sky
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| You try and fall from, your all gone
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| All wrong, all on your mind, I’m tryna shine
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| Tryna shine, tryna shine, find a line
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| To explain from the brain what I’m sayin'
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| What’s grain? |
| Do you grind with diamonds now?
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| Lie about tomorrow, burrowed from the burn scars
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| No questions, then questions yourself
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| Your health, your bells ring
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| Fuck your psycho analysis
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| I’m a user of cannabis
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| There’s no chosin' when plannin' this
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| I just get hammered from spliff
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| Stuck in the savage bits
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| But it happens fuckin' saggy chips
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| baggin' chips
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| This world around me makes me sick
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| I’m forced to hold it down, but really I’m a scolded man
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| My principles are older than a holy clan that’s known to scam
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| And
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| All subsequently pack for hoods
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| In this forest life I stack the wood
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| If I could move back I would
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| Life’s made up of what you’ve cooked
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| Nothin’s ever by the books
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| We’re just a bunch of lyin' crooks
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| Not shook to stay high and
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| To understand this state of mind requires one to take the time
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| To decipher my greatest rhymes and realise all the lies in time
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| Paranoid city livin'
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| I write this verse reminiscin' on the shit I been in
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| Sick of bein' sick of sinnin', and not feelin' winnin'
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| Still wheelin' dealin' with villains that always vision prison
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| I guess it’s fuckin' given
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| You can see their daydreams
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| You can see their inner thoughts
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| You could read reactions
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| Better than a
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| And as the apple drops into your paw
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| You snap the stalk, the worm it eats the core
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| You can see their daydreams
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| You can see their inner thoughts
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| You could read reactions
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| Better than a
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| And as the apple drops into your paw
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| You snap the stalk, the worm it eats the core
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| This is some musical
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| do shit
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| Yeah
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| Into the sounds of the Kings Of The City
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| Sit back
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| Smoke a big sack
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| Don’t give a flyin' fack
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| You know how we do it
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| Stay strong
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| Kings Of The City
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Hit them high notes
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| Hit them high notes
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| Del
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| I’m used to havin' to take a lot
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| Ever since my cradle rocked
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| I’ve heard nothin' but crazy plots
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| and robbed
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| Trust a heart, breaks a lot
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| I trust a brain to create a block
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| No mistaken blazin' crops
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| Still hatin' cops
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| And fuck their fairs
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| 'Cause they’re not catchin' my legs
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| Things in my mind still rattle my head
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| Feels like I’m battered and
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| Comes on top like the hat on your head
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| Life is a
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| Goons round here will dump your boat and stamp your phone
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| Is the battle here rigged?
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| But still I daydream
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| Stay with the same team
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| Pay but remain free
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| It’s Delman baby
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| From hell where we dwell
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| They sell grands daily
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| Oh this world has changed me
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| My dude just dumb thing
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| I’m done bein' a dumb kid
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| That’s role
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| You’re not wonderin' why I’m huntin'
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| With a drum kit for skunk spliffs
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| Believe me I’ve tried
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| But sometimes
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| Yo, check
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| So my man I got you a method
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| To kill 'em all dead until you a legend
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| 'Two a second, metaphors come to me
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| But I soon forget 'em
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| I blame my mind
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| You lost me, cost me, said you were threatened
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| Then you tried to go the us route, thinkin' that you were beckoned
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| What you regrettin' recession
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| I got rid of oppresion but kept strife, best right
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| 'Cause when I feed the pressure it gets tight
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| The Wolverine my lethal weapon, X type, let’s
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| to give a fuck, flyin' fucks
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| Crazy 'bout myself, the ego maniac, braniac on the mic
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| Droppin' all this catch
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| Pause and give applause to the Kings on the crazy track
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| As I stare at the television but never watch, never listen
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| Locked up behind bars, my mind sees a better prison
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| Stuck in my head, a vision, the devil isn’t
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| You think insane, think again
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| And if you watch it explain and pick up brains and
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| You can see their daydreams
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| You can see their inner thoughts
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| You could read reactions
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| Better than a
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| And as the apple drops into your paw
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| You snap the stalk, the worm it eats the core
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| You can see their daydreams
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| You can see their inner thoughts
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| You could read reactions
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| Better than a
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| And as the apple drops into your paw
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| You snap the stalk, the worm it eats the core |