| Side swipe, I’m infinite
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| My infantry ready for centuries
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| Pain and my ecstasy
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| Intersect mentally covered in arms
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| So I’m something like centipede
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| Enter my space and the eye on my scepter
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| Evaluate studies, your movements, your shadows
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| Evaporates, pride is disaster, the prodigal master
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| My people just watchin' my vertebrae currently
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| Cold
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| Only dream of dying if I have a dream
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| Go ahead, pop five in the magazine
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| Only time I ever matter
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| When I’m swinging from the scaffolding
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| Weak thoughts really terrified of ever after
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| So I still breathe, heartbeats, wrong turns
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| New paths spit gas
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| Slide out, tell me where the work at
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| Soon as I mention it, that’s when I get it
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| Glitches in time, I’m dismissive of physics
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| We live on the back of a serpent that hisses
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| Then swallowed the sun while you busy with riches and bitches
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| Switching my style so I’m louder than bombs
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| Flooded and drowned me, when lighting them off
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| Renowned worldwide, wish it was gone
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| Crooked letter E-P-A-R-A-T-E me from the weak
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| Player, I’m gone |