| Son of a queen
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| I got the flow
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| Fuck up a show
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| Dressed to kill as my natty dread swing, I’m a
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| I dread the day my dreads are faded grey and old
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| But I just pray that when I go some day
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| I paved a way for those in need
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| I breath the light but I’m a Gemini, my G
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| And still we live in darkness spark the fire, and get higher than a top floor
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| apartment
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| I’m an artist and writer who is channeling the highest type of superpowerever
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| Love the world, it’s now or never
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| Just a hippy living hypocrite, shit is so ridiculous
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| Down with the red or blue, love the colour of your skin
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| Reality is really to see, kinda like a blood
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| And if you didn’t get that line you don’t know where I’m from
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| Still miscellaneous, made from angel dust on the rainiest day
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| I don’t wanna be famous, just be the way my mother raised me up
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| I know some haters wanted to waste me up
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| It’s okay, showing peace still police wanted to tase me up
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| Wakin' up early and counting my blessings I gotta enlighten my soul
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| Gotta give thanks when I’m on that grind, no drama, heart of a lion You already
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| know I’m a-
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| Son of a queen
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| I got the flow
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| Fuck up a show
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| Dressed to kill as my natty dread swing, I’m a
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| Yeah, still poppin' (uh), still coppin' (uh), no option (uh), but to be dope no
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| problem
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| Flow often, (west side) with my whole squadron, this is fo' the love so I am
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| never fo’gotten
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| For life, third eye on my fo’head wanna know some thin' (what) What the hell,
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| this is for the cell that my bros locked in (what)
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| Times tickin', rhymes written', shows bumpin' (stuh)
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| Auckland city but some act like they from Compton
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| Slow boppin', cards dealt show nothin', couple hoes fuckin, (chea) Got they
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| toes tucked in (chea)
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| Authority still look at me like I stole something (chea)
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| Out of bounds when I found the realm that I woke up in
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| Crockpot nah frying pan on an old oven
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| Corn beef still stored in my mums cupboard
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| All g i’m still Raw imma broke goblin
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| Balaclava rob the government my name is Bronson, I’m a-
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| Son of a queen
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| I got the flow
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| Fuck up a show
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| Dressed to kill as my natty dread swing, I’m a
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| Drive up, me no wanna stop at the red
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| Light up, watch me fix up my dread
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| Drive up me no wanna stop at the red
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| Light up, watch me fix up my dread
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| Drive up, me no wanna stop at the red
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| Light up, watch me fix up my dread
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| Drive up, me no wanna stop at the red
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| Light up, watch me fix up my dread
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| Son of a queen
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| I got the flow
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| Fuck up a show
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| Dressed to kill as my natty dread swing, I’m a |