| Half a Mill
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| «Growing up in the projects is like
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| You trying to find the right road
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| There’s a million roads to choose from
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| These streets will definitely make you
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| Or break you, teach you how to be a man
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| Or clown. |
| One of the other
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| Easy to get on drugs, easy to sell drugs
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| It’s easy to get into a fight, it’s easy to fight
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| Easy to get killed, it’s easy to kill somebody
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| You know what I’m saying, it’s that easy, seriously.»
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| Napoleon Da Legend
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| Love ain’t part of equation often
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| This world can leave you abandoned
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| Like an Albanian Caucasian orphans
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| Funeral service with a black man playing organ
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| IRS in ya pockets you gotta pay em often
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| Straight morphed into a blade brain lazer sharp
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| Analyzing all the angles and I played the part
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| We was born amazingly smart study the ancient arts
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| Toxic energy I block off like H&R
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| The streets my A&R block after block promotion
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| Church and Ocean celebrate and pop mimosas
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| I drop notions for ya third eye to open
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| And glide over the ocean give fallopians slow convulsion
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| I make ya mindstate reach Ketosis
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| Decompose ya whole anatomies and
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| Have you reach ya peak emotion
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| They wanna ban my music so I hand to hand my music
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| I’m addressing all the foul gossip and the rumors
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| I’m not chance the rapper I’m not trans rapper
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| Transform and slap ya I’m an advanced form of matter
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| Humanoid I twist ya joints up like rheumatoid
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| A lloyd of London with the power of a super droid
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| A sly cyborg a sci-fi lord
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| I don’t abide by laws a sense of pride I would die for
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| I’m darfour times four and it’s a mind war
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| You was born to be a god why you living blind for
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| Napoleon Da Legend
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| Blessings to the ancestors resting in the infinite
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| Don’t put a limit on me these bullets indiscriminate
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| I stare white supremacy in its face and demonstrate
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| That I cannot integrate something that I originated
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| Im way beyond what small minds can grasp
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| Anybody break my projects down I send em my congrats
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| No weapon made by man can stop me this is prophecy
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| There’s no game without me no Trag… without Khadaffi
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| That’s like pistol without a trigga party without no liquor that’s now cypher
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| like Flipmode without a Diggah
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| That’s like yo fuck that I’m just a scientist
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| Ahead of my time the lines I spit ain’t even mine yet
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| A thousand year out of my prime riding a comet
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| I can see ya great-grand son writing a comment
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| Ain’t a stage big enough to hold my weight my soul can make waves motivate the
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| whole of the culture to go be great
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| In this reality we co-create exfoliate
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| Dumb motherfuckers some of y’all shouldn’t pro-create
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| All u do’s appropriate I’m a repo
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| And when I speak truth to power watch the people repost
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| You coward we pull ya peacoat Time to reload
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| Bruise ya ego the Eloheem got em emo
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| I’m a keep spreading the math until all of the masses fell
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| Minus the mass appeal Rest In Peace Half a Mill |