| Well I’m a big bad motherfucker waiting for his time
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| I’m a millionaire Scarface waiting for his line
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| I’m a million steps ahead of you piercing through the sky
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| Many will follow but very few can fly
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| I’m a crazy cool kid thank you I’m doing fine
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| And I’ma keep seeing until I go blind
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| And I’ma keep breathing until my final sigh
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| And I’ma keep speaking until the day I die
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| I’m a worthless piece of shit, a hypocrite, a liar
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| I’m a V12 rocket car rolling on flat tires
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| I’m a alcoholic drunk waiting for a change
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| I’m a street smart hard worker waiting for his pay
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| I’m a ugly motherfucker who still needs a shave
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| I’m a hidden lost soul that only creeps out of caves
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| I’m Jesus Christ and I can please your wife
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| With the positions I’m flipping you should leave tonight
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| In fact keep the mic for when you sleep in fright
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| Cause I’m a big bad motherfucker breathing light
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| I’m a poetic self-absorbed lower class bastard
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| I’m a rehab better than a double shot smasher
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| I’m the god and the devil, I’m a good and evil clasher
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| I’m still running from my master but I need to run faster
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| But as long as I keep going I can never be captured
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| I want to fuck Lady Luck but I’m too afraid to ask her
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| I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
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| A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
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| Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
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| We the basement natives back up on the streets
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| I’m a calm collected insane and restless
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| Brain full of stress and veins with mad exits
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| But who’s he? |
| A burden in the nest
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| A peasant in the capsule pretending to be depressed
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| I’m a self conscious broken promise
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| Ran across the ocean drowned soaking without a rope
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| And save my honesteez that left me, well let’s see
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| Ever since the day I learned to read
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| These kid’s faces, snake’s fakes and trick aces
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| Calling out shots and take them without chasers
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| Flirtatious leaving girls with hurt faces
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| I’m just a jerk tryna cover up my traces
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| But I ain’t got much and you can tell
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| Fucking up my lifetime hoping there ain’t a hell
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| I’m a chief, a thief, who cheats and kills beats
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| Surviving in the warzone searching for a peace of mind
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| I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
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| A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
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| Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
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| We the basement natives back up on the streets
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| I’m a scholar of the art architect articulating
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| Abstract activations always animating
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| Rap verse penetrating I’m a separation
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| From fake motherfuckers unaware of the basement
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| I’m a street dweller never interested in the bullshit
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| Shunning all religion see me spit upon the pulpit
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| I’m a artist that puts sense into sentences
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| Others acting funny over money and the senselessness
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| I’m a 206 kid with a chip on my shoulder
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| And a folder worth a quartables to rip
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| I’m a visionary I bring sight to unseen
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| Light a couple matches and brighten up your darkest dreams
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| Open up the market I’ma mark it with a marker
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| Interrogate your character and label you a martyr
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| I’m a person not giving a fuck until the death
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| Of me in a golden casket and mask it with every breath
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| I’m a casualty chilling in the depths of reality
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| A Jester tryna make fun of life’s lectures
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| Cheef ripping beats with herbs and techniques
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| We the basement natives back up on the streets |