| The knowledge that one begins to die a split second after birth
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| Is a cringing scream that echos throughout your body
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| And as you breath the poison in the air around you
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| Your expanding mind turns on its originator to begin
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| The cold calculated destruction of itself
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| Slave becomes master and the awesome power of it
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| Makes nerve endings quiver and creates a burning desire
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| From the subtle art of self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Drunk for the return raising hell
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| Dispatchin' whole crews for the lies we tell
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| Not whinin', complainin' just aimin' at suckers
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| Cross hair scopin' I know you been hopin'
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| And prayin' you can make a comeback
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| Dead that saw you with a scotch with a dread hat
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| On fairfax talkin' about umm man rap
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| But the P is for lax collecting street tax
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| With penalties for enemies decked out
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| In camouflage down for the cause
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| Hitting your crew with a barrage
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| With super high powered mental shotguns pellets
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| They wanna know the story follow me now tell it
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| Another trap rapper dead another false knowledge
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| Kicking nigga with a bullet in his head
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| Keep doubtin' and if sublimates recorded
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| Inspired by the past and me and Chris brought it
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| From L.A. to the South start it
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| {Verse Two Thes One]
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| unknown dearly departed
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| For all of us who follow this studied it loved it
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| Invested in it infinite time is up
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| We got OC Housewives Vanilla Ice with earrings
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| Based God west coast must be hard of hearing
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| Rappers rocking skateboards that don’t even skate
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| Mad youtube views like don’t even hate
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| Well I could give a fuck if a blog says you’re the one
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| Stick a pitchfork and your whole styles done
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| I’m 100% dope beats and dope raps
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| I don’t need a promo team or snap back hats
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| I never did violent crimes, sold drugs or hard time
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| Spin continents sell verbs by the dimes
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| The 90s will be irrevelant doesn’t define me
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| The fact is we back with the reformation at
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| You can find me on the same streets with the same beats
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| Infrasonic family kneel to the 70
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| And that’s the highlighter in both form and function
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| The P from a far is watching your self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| Self destruction it ain’t for self destruction
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| This is so unfair |