| I’m vexed
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| Off the generational disconnect
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| Differences and introspect
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| Go unbalanced, unchecked
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| The wet get reckless and the set goes unprotected
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| Take one of these and meet me at the nexus
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| We speak for the unaccounted for and openly neglected
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| Open Mike Eagle and Megabusive are for the kids
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| Purposes served with astute tuf nerdiness
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| While the world keeps learning us, bookworm burliness
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| Avoiding negative attitudes and over-assertiveness
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| And open-endedly thank yous for perjurists and colonialists
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| I’m a rapper not a vocalist
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| Trying to show the world what a hometown hopeful is
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| Thank for scoping us
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| He’s all smiles
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| But the devil got soul
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| Raise up the flagpole
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| Let them niggas know
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| You got beef, well, welcome to the show
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| You can enter the arena but you’ve got to pay a toll
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| Don’t ask twice, only take gold
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| This shit don’t run on just blood, tears and dro
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| You’ve been warned
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| Like night, we come and go
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| So if you see them black clouds, oh no
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| I smell heavens bread
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| Thirteen kids, but eleven’s fed
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| We the offspring of the hungry pair
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| No drawstrings on my underwear
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| Yalls king does a lot of talking
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| No sword but lord, what a gold swing
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| All the small things
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| Germs in the food gave me aspergers
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| The only one I respect is the hamburglar
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| We hack and crack servers
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| Stole the OS from you binary
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| New world order, huh
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| We’re all one…
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| Finally
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| It’s all bad but you kinds wanna try
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| Wouldn’t stare too hard cause
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| It might bust up in your eye
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| What feels good can make you laugh and make you cry
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| Kiss you wishful snake eyes, roll up on my dice
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| Blow up on my, blow up on my
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| We watch the value fall strictly to the knees
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| Full of hot air now he nigga don’t breathe
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| We laugh about it while we toast over drinks
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| Lightning from the heavens won’t come to strike these |