| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Rap diablo
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
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| Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
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| Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
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| Rappin' head honcho, rockin' shows like I was Bono
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| I go play a couple keys on the piano
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| The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow
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| Follow me, I could show you where we be's at
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| How'd I get my G-pass? |
| None of your fuckin' beeswax
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| These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap
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| Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at
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| The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em
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| Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium
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| Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human, I'm amphibian
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| Fake superhero like the Mystery Men, I ain't savin' nothin'
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| I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin', skippin' all the famous functions
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| How do the famous function? |
| The A-list can't be trusted
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| I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet
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| The bottom barrel of society
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| I tell my bitch if she don't love me, then just lie to me
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| I'm finer than the winery
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| Take it from the rich, this is piracy (Piracy)
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| Finally, I don't even need my fuckin' eyes to see
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| Come and die with me
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| 'Cause everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Yeah, um
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| Okay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah
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| These other rappers just a diet soda
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| I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements
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| This a marathon gentlemen, go 'head and start the races
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| Save the coffin spaces
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| You'll come up missin', tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation
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| Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas
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| Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon
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| Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
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| I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations
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| Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD
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| Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be
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| You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
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| Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
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| Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
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| Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history
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| Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
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| Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
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| No bitches in my circle, I'm the show, you the commercial
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| I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal
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| Treat you like a urinal
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| 'Cause everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies)
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| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |