| Lights shown in darkness, image exposed
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| Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
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| Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
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| Lights shown in darkness, image exposed
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| Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
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| When the blind lead the blind just more trouble and woes
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| Martial law,
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| You niggas was watchin' me starve
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| Scoffin' down my hatred
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| Silver spoons from was sacred
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| Last seen in the matrix (You ain’t dodgin' these mags)
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| Extra tension from ethnic cleansing, the Bosnian flag
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| I’m catchin' a body then laugh, your craft’s a joke to me
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| Prophetic orders cross borders, Sandanistas and coca leaves
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| And trees rapper’s losing they bearing
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| Me and Pazzie like, boost the McLarens
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| I’m used to the starin', that’s why they scared for their life
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| Tears lubricate your orifice, orchestrated from spite
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| They say a, eye for an eye leaves us all in the dark
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| My third one is in the scope scopin' you out from the start
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| While I’m startin' off on this journey, get carted off in a gurney
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| Face down in your tub with your rubber duckie and Ernie
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| You motherfuckas are corny, the coroner can’t bear it
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| Embarassed to bring you back for your lack of musical merit
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| I’m tearin' apart the lesson you praise
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| Take it to levels then level up never up
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| I take offense to you trash rappers it’s personal
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| The ripple from your actions are actually irreversible
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| Lights shown in darkness, image exposed
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| Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
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| When the blind lead the blind just more trouble and woes |