| The special ed down the hall just past the gifted
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| Honor roll class, feelin proud to roll past like
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| Up out of this bitch, they call an inch, take a mile
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| Why y’all accept the shit, that’s way beyond me
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| Ain’t no way that they ever gon' sway beyond we
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| Beyond belief, no receipt man, no repeat man
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| After burnin your brain, that’s permanently engrained
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| Branded like ran into the coals — you smell smoke?
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| Pitch overhead and your standards are old — I smell joke
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| Sucker stranded in your life called professional piles
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| Stand up in this life and smile like vegetable style
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| A while back since, confess, bent his face a while
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| Hell yeah we session
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| Modill, E.V., LongShot, believe me
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| Be on Alpha Centauri, and that’s fo' sheezy
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| Gimme a blunt and a fat sack of space
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| Gimme a stunt and a fat back with face
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| Gimme a brew, a vitamin C pill
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| Fuck it spark the cypher, fat beats and then we chill (I need space)
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| Back it up, ask a buck who fly
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| And the young’n super quick throw a L in the sky
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| Ready to die, ready to fly, ready to fry |
| Fuck a fake Kentucky Jacob gimme space when I rhyme
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| High, like I never blew a day in my life
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| Provin to make it you gotta move it and shake it like dice
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| Break you like ice cause these bitches gon' front
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| Know they only respect your lyrics nigga when you stunt (what?)
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| Ain’t nobody off the face like me
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| I’m from outer space, that’s why I flash a fake ID
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| Vocals, choke you, quote you to death with bars
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| Yes you are the next square to get bruised hard
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| Space, whaddayou say, like five feet? |
| That’s the regular?
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| We grown men wavin mic stands as sceptres
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| Somewhere far beyond your galaxy range
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| But closer to the core, Midwest home of the plains
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| Look out, we transmit pristine
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| I know you love the way the frequency sound all crystal and clean
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| We be off — we blast haters, Shot got phasers
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| Davis spit razors, race car he the major
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| The trinity’s born, you lost and amazed
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| Ignore me now, after life you probably tune in the grave
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| Shit, we tryin to spread our wings while y’all flap the same crap
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| We advance, Long style and the green is good |