| My nigga P. Cubano, hail from Santiago
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| He said pass me that bottle of rum, we make mojitos
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| And puff some Monte Cristos while we listen to James Brown
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| «King Heroin» pumpin out the JVC now
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| As I sip my drink, begin to think about where I’m at
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| Tip the ashes off my cigar, and start to trip on trap
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| Doors that await me, but lately, my Spidey Sense
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| Been tinglin, fingerin out the snakes
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| See I move with experience, choose and select
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| Smoke with no filter, hickeys on my neck
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| Scratches on my back from rough sex but what’s next
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| Goin through my cycles of 7 I retrospect
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| Remember when it first hit me, me Phest' and Kenny
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| Pushin down Ocean Boulevard in a renty
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| Ha ha, it’s a brand new year, hear me?
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| And I’m about to get mine the harder way
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| Penny for my thoughts you crazy, I’m the author that illustrate
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| Heart attack with pen and pape, can’t escape
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| Might I be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme
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| My mindstate like a lighthouse in the fog
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| Beamin — slicin through the haze
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| While I’m puffin on purple, I circumvent the maze |
| They premeditate like a rat in a cage
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| I’m like Sly Stone, Cobra, my hands on the gauge
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| Blastin off stage in a haphazard way
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| But still hit the fat bastard with accura-cy
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| Sayin why oh why did I need cappucino
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| He ran up in the Starbucks with a gat in his pea coat
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| Havin flashbacks of seminary back in the East
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| O got robbed workin Baskin Robbins 15 years old
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| He told me reach for the sky
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| Now inside my palm lies the cosmos, the omniscient prognosis
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| That I’m strong encodin peyote poetry
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| Ain’t Jodeci, O to Z, oversee
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| Overstand, this ain’t corporate sized, just more precise
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| And go blaow like the discharge from a 45
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| Everytime I touch this mic you know I put my heart into it
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| Formulatin orchestrate record and make the art of music
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| Populations occupations 'cross the nation God forsaken
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| Pop my tape in watch me elevate with this new shit
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| Words of wisdom in the kitchen cookin up this energy
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| Wolfgang Cluck can’t fuck with my recipe
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| Heard your engine burstin pistons plus you got a slow leak
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| «Third Eye Vision» premonition, better listen closely |
| Who is he. |
| could it be O-Blinzy |