| Blasphemous we so lit
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| Straight passionate always on a ego trip
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| Eat ya veggies my mom used to tell me
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| Blinded by the flash that America would sell me
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| Selfless or selfish there a thin line
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| Shea butter on my flesh make my melanin shine
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| Ride my wave I give you ocean sickness
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| Adam in Pulp Fiction mixed with the soul of Krishna
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| Feel my toes twitching black Zecharia Sitchin
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| They tried to lynch him I’m a survivor kid I’m a lynchpin
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| My heart got a Ferrari engine you shouldn’t force it
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| Was married to my past once I had to divorce it
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| Even when I’m flat broke I’m still rich Bill Gates Kill switch
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| Like when the Pilgrims wanted to kill Brits
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| I build bridges, burn toxic energy
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| Make plans with friends even talk to my enemy
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| No reservations like Bourdain Anthony
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| When the shit hit the fan I just pray for my sanity
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| Black flip, front kick swift
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| Save the day then kick back, tongue kiss chicks
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| Straight out the box sneakers match multicolored
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| Beef I slide above it in the streets so beloved
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| Bangers got a litany on high note like Whitney
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| These fools tried to get me came up short like Pigmies
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| I rock on a constellation on my neck
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| Every time I talk my conversations on the press
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| Contracts with dry ink papers on the desk
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| Debating who the better artist I’m taking all bets
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| Pharaohgamo fly king Cy Young still wild young
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| You wouldn’t last a minute where I’m from
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| Hand you the dope mix it with the antidote
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| Crack a Campbell soup and smack you with a can of hope
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| Failures a bitch, what you so afraid of?
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| Throughout history the world belongs to the bravest
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| All the fruits of my labor taste gracious
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| But some of y’all is still cruising on the slave ship |