| And I guess it’s my turn to shine
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| The bright light I was starin' at turn lime
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| And the green stuff turned to slime, and grime
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| Everybody want to be your blood cousin
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| When you’re buzzing
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| Fine, I give 'em my other line, another line
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| Word to mother, I’m goosed up
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| My two fucks
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| Two cups, another dubiant entrée
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| She fell in that Bombay, now she tumble dry lingerie
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| Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion
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| But the love potion when it sprays
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| And they just caught up in the days
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| Let me show you how I feel these Jays
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| The cheese stays high like Dr. J
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| My flow is like land the boats, dock the planes
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| He ain’t do dope but cop the chains
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| For more feens (morphines), some antidote to stop the pain
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| Now my stream floods these streets
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| They can’t stop the rain
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| All right I need them back
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| To blast, to blast me out of sight
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| Like a satellite
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| Vibe all night
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| A satellite
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| I take a day off
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| Let the trees take some weight off
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| My mental’s just a fact, Bannon’s got the instrumental
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| I keep niggas on their toes
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| So you got creases in your Forces
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| My verses they’re important, yo your verses they are boring
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| I am not of this Earth bro
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| I’m a satellite that’s bound to fight
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| But we’re down to light, 'n light the fuck up
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| Vibe all night
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| As I roll the die
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| Like my first drink was just the brink of a crooked eye
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| But don’t blame the ice for the I U KEL
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| Oh God couldn’t see past 'em
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| If his name is puff pass, no derive
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| Two dubs I got 40 on my hit list
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| Just smoking drinks both the broken in-glass like old English
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| Are you good bro?
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| Is your eyes dilated from the kush 'n Nuvo?
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| This new for the life
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| Like a Nubian with the doobie cold eyes
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| Better smell the coffee I’m a coughing
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| That means I’m sick widdit, spit it out
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| Kill it like airborne diseases
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| Is this why the rap game is this easy?
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| Like please eat your vegetables
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| So I took a dose of the edible
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| Ain’t an overdose
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| Already a rap monster fucking overload
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| Hopping up on stepping stones
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| So we making stepping stones
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| Turn up that tichrome
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| Be back to introduce
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| This is Messiah and the eyes are hopeless
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| Please open my divide eyes through the world flex
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| This ship
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| Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
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| No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship
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| To blast, to blast me out of sight like a satellite
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| Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
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| No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
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| Syrup sounder
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| Come and hear blunt-smoking philosopher
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| Smoking with a joint to get you open like a chakra
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| No time for the roster in this rap game
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| Go lead the way, let them lead the way
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| And niggas know where they need to play
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| Freeing the ways to amplify the idealect
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| So another with shot
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| Since the project days
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| Like I was iron with tech
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| Kept the eye on the text
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| Make 'em see my eye in the Lex
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| Give her my blood sweat
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| And I ain’t injecting selecting the soul
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| Cause my body and soul can’t be re and stole
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| Special with the flow to make Niagara fall
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| It’s over for the systematic rapper robotics
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| Crashing my logic
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| These niggas hooked on hooks and Hooked on Phonics
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| Well hook don’t phonics and the pocket get 'em hooked on chronic
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| Cause pain conditions from the page conditions
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| Racing like Sonic inhaling the tonic
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| They couldn’t grade my brain in a college
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| Feens providing rockets for your mind like Jesus behind it
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| So we had to squeeze in knowledge
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| To pile it when the green sees wallet
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| Anything to let the green seize wallet
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| Taking forever and a century with sentence speeds
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| Like a penitentiary to build cell blocks to block your memory
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| Catch me on the enemy’s territory
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| Telling terrible story with a terror
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| The Era ends with a good night story
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| Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump?
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| No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship
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| Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |