| My plagues for life, like the chafe from the aids viruses
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| Take lines of Wizz and wade on stage with inflamed sinuses
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| To fake fivers, it came to your brains mindless
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| It pays to be chained blind to this game, are we staying minuses?
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| I change tracks like strange drivers
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| A snake who remains spineless through grass
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| And my brace is blasphemous hate rhymers
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| I’d say that time is up
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| Ready to sign us up
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| I’m ready to shine, invented a rhyme
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| Ahead of my time so line 'em up
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| Fed up with the violence risin' up
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| Sign of the times to come
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| For 6's armageddon the devil is ready to revel igniting
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| If heaven is ready invite us up
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| Advice to give me a heavenly mic
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| So I can bust tonight instead of the guy that said he was evil eyes
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| The venom has entered the centre of people’s mind
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| Plus secret spies went in the nether to blow
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| Misses reminiscing in his head, he’s deleting his lines
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| It’s a dust my life’s a joke, I’m working 9 — 5 who am I to trust
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| That’s why I smoke so my advice to you is hide your eyes
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| So hide those eyes
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| L Doctor and Assa there is no surprise
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| So hide those eyes
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| Ayo we sass around doctor, there is no surprise
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| Just hide those eyes
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| L Doctor and Assa there is no surprise
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| So hide those eyes
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| Ayo we sass around doctor, there is no surprise
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| Man I think I’m epileptic cause the way I fit on tracks
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| I make you stop despite body shaking, head rocking forth and back
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| Talk all that
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| Talk the rap, but I don’t wanna ride you
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| Size 2, no IQ, I’ve seen many like you
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| Despite who said this, we’re hard to dismiss
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| My death kiss are served with those who deaf to this
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| Pearl necklaces, raspberry swirl recklessness
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| Just like 'smack' plan to never be injecting this
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| So fuck piss styles, fat rides, Cristal
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| Emcees realise I’m bringin' what you miss now
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| Thinking how you can get the fat rides and hydraulics
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| Fuck that, I rock real shit — Darkotics
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| Sponsored by my drug dealers for the narcotics
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| Mad topics are discussed in dreams with these dead prophets
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| Leave your bitch with a dick locket
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| I never used to get numb, now like Fagan I pick pockets
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| So put a lead on her
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| So hide those eyes
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| L Doctor and Assa there is no surprise
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| So hide those eyes
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| Ayo we sass around doctor, there is no surprise
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| Just hide those eyes
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| L Doctor and Assa there is no surprise
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| So hide those eyes
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| Ayo we sass around doctor, there is no surprise |