| VERSE 1 — Justo the MC
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| Attackin' your area no satiricals
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| We are no way never the same, we asymmetrical
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| There’s trash in your catalogue dawg, need receptacles
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| I’m not receptive, Thinking back I’m introspective
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| Got a new perspective, be perceptive receive the message
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| Ain’t too much I haven’t seen man, I’m on a higher domain
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| You know the name, Mr Formally Known
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| You the man, yeah, Brooklyn’s own
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| Fill it to the bone
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| Still prone to rip that rugged cos I’m rough round the edge
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| Slick talkers talk that talk, til they’re thrown off the ledge
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| Keep a shorty by the throne, keep a crown on my head
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| They don’t want me living long, rather see the king dead
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| Come with the territory, sweatin' glory, so on and so
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| You’re now rockin' with the, uh, I think you already know
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| Verse 2 — Johaz
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| The Lexapro got me sittin' calm
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| Each verse that I create is like a missile bomb
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| Hit the planet Earth yellin' Bismillah
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| Holdin' secrets in my palm like a missing psalm
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| Yeah, it’s nothin' but the God in me
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| Stay pissin' on these bitches like a scar kidney
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| Buss shots at you cats
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| Intoxicate your mind it won’t involve Henny
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| Yeah, solid liquids and gasses
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| Every verse I write is equality for the masses
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| Roll a Backwood and then burn it down to the ashes
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| You 85 niggas is still callin' me Cassius
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| Yeah, address me as your overlord
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| Don’t wanna hear you whine you got me overboard
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| Effectin' people’s mind like an open sore
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| Toss a rapper’s dead body on an ocean shore
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| Verse 3 — Sleep Sinatra
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| Home is where the heart is
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| Forties poured for the departed
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| The price on my soul ain’t never bargained
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| Peace to all the riots startin'
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| Change ain’t never calm we gotta keep it movin' through the blockage
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| Earth told me know my worth
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| Each verse need a deposit
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| Where I’m livin' we’re land locked it’s
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| The options expand to reach or get lost in
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| The sea of monotony been plottin' on my callin'
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| That’s why I’m all in
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| The steps gettin' steeper, I gotta keep from fallin'
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| Read the cards they told me that trouble’s sprawlin'
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| The poor been righteous meanwhile the devil’s ballin'
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| Disruption’s what I call it
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| Short circuit the system
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| Sleep been a problem they ain’t solvin'
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| It’s real magic watch it get whipped in the cauldron |