| Yeah uh Random Axe
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| Yeah listen
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| When ya boy is confronted
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| Consider that as the hunter being the hunted
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| I crossbow harsh flow, hit em in the heart
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| I’m the true terror beneath the New Era
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| It’s like y’all acting but forgot y’all parts
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| So I’m yelling cut to reclaim my art
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| Flipping with my lyrics under clean dismount
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| Stealing all the rap, call it five finger discount
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| Spit out phlegm, spit out gems, spit fire
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| Militant mind state, watch for trip wire
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| I rhyme like peers of mine don’t exist
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| Twist the top on the Henny
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| And MC’s bucket kick like little Kenny
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| Any motherfucker disrespecting me, send me
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| Damn me fully, all-black hoodie
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| The color of your future, color of the Ruger, pussys
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| Yo, Afro-American gangsta, I’ll shank ya
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| Sharpened toothbrush in the gut of a wanksta
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| Cone head hoodie, no K.K.K
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| Just may-day, may-day when the AK spray
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| I’m a two time felon, I’m on work release
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| Give work to my workers and they work the streets
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| Back in the white Beamer, level four armor
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| Roll the window down, let the metal roar Contra
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| No video game shit, give me your chain bitch
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| You like being broke
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| I like selling cocaine shit
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| Rich Porter, Maserati Rick shit
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| Pitch quarters in the lobby with the piff lit
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| I pull out my piece and I pop you, Papi
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| You prolly want peace like Mahatma Ghandi
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| Fuck peace, I’m a beast bitch
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| I pop pellets in the person, I’m a piece of shit
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| P, motherfucker
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| Back to back verse for the apes
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| Stay murdering shit, First 48
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| This, that, ghetto flow, dirt do-wop
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| Sirens on who block, money in the shoe box
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| Teddy bears on the light poles, who shot
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| Give em that night flow, ice cold new rock
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| Hands in the air
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| Fans cheer up from stairs from standing in the chair
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| And I don’t really care what’s happening over there
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| I just want my money in layers, while landing in the Lear
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| Can’t compare, we know that is unfair
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| How he’s known from city to city like he was your mayor
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| Be clear it will never be fair
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| Turn the stove down on if theres any beef’s here
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| Time for the next, live is the hex
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| Kept it dirty like cassettes that’s live from the decks, go |