| Now with the cross of the company that’s cloggin' up your arteries
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| Cholesterol but its speading so quickly. |
| Sticky fingers
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| Grabin the sharp end of a box cutter Leaving the blood of a soldier, older,
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| wise and colder
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| Arena such a ray of our haters disintegrate. |
| Atom bombs drop. |
| Now they gon stop
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| As I pilot my palm on the boss, holla my name in the shadows, lookin
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| The nemesis better let the veteran head of you walk with the past
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| Last samurai. |
| Deep sleep dab in my debonair divine mind to shatter your glass
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| house
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| So don’t face grace. |
| Straight lace with mace. |
| Beautiful irritant
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| Omnipotent crow crawlin around in your conscious
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| Raising my wings start a tornado tearing your time tables
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| Able to fly without leaving the ground
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| Bred of the cries of a generation submitted to bitter bitlets of sound
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| Fuck your brontosaurus tearin up you town
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| I’m initiating an annul ticket to renaissance
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| I’m scaling the tallest building to speak out my willing it’s a rock
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| Segregated, separated from weaker species of man kind
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| I’m that gypsy king, one of the three keys to part the seas
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| Abstract fellow, hell of a song to sing
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| Crash your party like a rocket ship
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| Back from the outer limits
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| Black with a lot of lip
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| A rock with your wonder mimic cop
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| I’m amazing. |
| My other side of three is in it
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| Boy in the hood meets but head with some peoples in it
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| Ha ha so cool when I burn the leaf I plan to leave her alone
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| Alone leave her to learn to blaze this chrome with these ghetto combs
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| To either love me or leave me alone. |
| Either or
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| It’s like a one night stand, baby I’m gone in the morning
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| Came to give you what you wanted, to bounce like a comet
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| You can jam in the morning, you out or you in
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| Gypsy gang nah im sayin we just playin the track
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| Or playin with matches, to see what catches
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| And what trusts with the names can prepare to be classics
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| Look Ma no hands. |
| Now watch my magic
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| Turn the world as we know it upside down like back flips
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| My approach to life is like mike in mid flight
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| Tongue out I ain’t polite
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| I pull off the unbelievable like close that’s the bare naked
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| Suppose you could make now where would you take it
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| Stone cold with a jagged edge
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| I hurl myself across the universe
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| Skip it like a lake of play
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| To put it down like a sledge hammer head shark
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| God said let there be light, I’m as bright as the sun in the dark
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| They say we live a long barble time but that don’t mean much to me
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| I’m from the people who stole their freedom
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| And whatever you kill you keep, so I keep a grip tight on the mic
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| It’s a choking feeling, like a choke hold
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| The more you fight, the harder it is to breathe
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| And we won’t let go. |
| You can heave and ho and take it gone. |
| 3MG
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| Another guitar loop, from a bizarre troop
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| Dippin' through your space like the infamous star groups
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| See comets start streaking when the 3 start speaking
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| Cause we intergalactic over beats we be freaking
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| Even in the Pleiades they fans of the 3 MC’s
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| Known to travel light years just to buy CDs
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| You see them at the store and they wear a disguise
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| You can tell they’re aliens by the look in their eyes
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| Even they don’t realize where they come from
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| Fragile memories erased by a powerful sun
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| Ever feel out of place with no space to run
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| Well look deep into the mirror cause you might be one
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| I’m tryin to help you remember to the pace of a drum
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| So we can all fly home cause the time has come
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| Ever feel out of place with no space to run
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| Then return to your ships cause the time has come |