| There’s a time when we all meet our maker
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| Stay on our grind ‘cause we all need our paper
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| We find love but eventually break up, then make up
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| We all fall asleep and then we wake up
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| Pay attention. |
| We all have our calling
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| The point is get back up when you’re falling
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| I lift my joint back up and quit stalling
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| Let the chips land where they lay
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| I go all in
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| Madchild
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| I’m on a warpath
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| Give me more death
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| My ink is poisonous
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| Got Agent Orange breath
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| Blood drenched, still attacking, it’s a savage war
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| Bab it more
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| Complicated addict with these habits formed
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| They look to me for help, be more reliable
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| Suicidal bomber, homicide is justifiable
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| Pounding on my chest causing more tears
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| Sniper on the roof. |
| This is real guerilla warfare
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| Slow it down, let my mind meet my maker
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| And let my pain bleed onto lined sheets of paper
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| Underground but different level of wealth
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| I love God, but I snap like the Devil himself
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| I’m a baffling beast
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| So rappers kneel in front of me like I’m a Catholic priest
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| These kids are yellow like a daffodil leaf
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| I’m a driving force so jump into the passenger’s seat
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| Or keep falling (keep falling)
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| Evidence
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| There’s a time when we all meet our maker
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| Stay on our grind ‘cause we all need our paper
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| We find love but eventually break up, then make up
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| We all fall asleep and then we wake up
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| Pay attention. |
| We all have our calling
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| The point is get back up when you’re falling
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| I lift my joint back up and quit stalling
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| Let the chips land where they lay
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| I go all in
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| Madchild
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| I tried being normal
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| Fuck being normal
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| Skin weathered leather
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| Still mad pain and turmoil
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| We do not share the same black magic
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| And you do not got the same bad habits
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| And I cannot hang out with old friends, they’re all violent
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| Sitting here alone with my thoughts, that’s loud silence
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| And I can see like every mistake with closed eyelids
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| Keep playing them all back in my head, it’s so tiring
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| If you don’t think I’m ill by now you must be real deaf
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| Penalty for stealing the King’s dinner is still death
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| Balance in my cash flow are not going corporate
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| You falling down, I’ll lift you up like a forklift
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| I write with blood in a calligraphy pen
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| My style is vigorous and vicious with an ignorant blend
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| And you can see the go signal again
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| It’s green light, the rise and fall like Caligula again
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| It’s alright
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| Evidence
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| There’s a time when we all meet our maker
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| Stay on our grind ‘cause we all need our paper
|
| We find love but eventually break up, then make up
|
| We all fall asleep and then we wake up
|
| Pay attention. |
| We all have our calling
|
| The point is get back up when you’re falling
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| I lift my joint back up and quit stalling
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| Let the chips land where they lay
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| I go all in |