| Penny for a beggar, beg to differ
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| These just my lonely thoughts that sometimes get off with some liquor
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| So I don’t drink so much no more at war wit my own picture
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| What you thought it was? |
| Cuz I ain’t perfect as the dove in scriptures
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| Tight as two sisters but my favorite color black
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| They say the color purple royal soil on my back
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| From the war that I been fighting just to make it off the map
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| I was waiting for the sun to set, they intrigued with my black
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| I guess the pitch is like my soul
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| Worn out just like my Fo’s
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| I took the blue pill yesterday
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| The key to all my goals
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| Going over songs we like and songs we don’t
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| Don’t wanna fall short as the gnomes and I have yet to visit Rome
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| 24 inches how we used to dream of chrome
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| Last year my sister moved from New Orleans and she ain’t need no loans
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| We light up like the scones when talkin money trees
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| How you don’t eat pork but smoke holy on tobacco? |
| Weed
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| I never breath, another breed, Q, Phife, Ali Shaheed
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| Check the rhyme It’s just my time to kill It like the purge this spring
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| Deep as the valleys in the Philippines and up in Cali
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| They say this tape is like an album
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| Threw one in the galaxy all for free
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| Magna carter I been part of
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| My independent ass motherfucker they couldn’t water
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| Down look around the takeover dun took over
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| And we been doing shit that you average rapper can’t shoulder
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| So, what’s next I suspect your death
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| Welcome to the game where we trained to never follows refs
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| Lot of great players, but we as better as a team
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| You learned that watching Miami and the spurs just this spring
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| Scary as the ring in the well
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| On the scale I weigh like the Bronson or Adele
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| I’m shell as full jacket metal
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| Madame I replicated the summer of Sam, damn
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| Kill at ran-damn (random) Im like Van Damm stuck in a dam
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| Damn, who is the killa? |
| Wit agility
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| Flow bend like that around Anguilla
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| Got the skill of thriller
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| Came from underground to get a mill or Two
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| Everyday I’ve wrote, it seemed to wanna rain a few
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| I guess I’ll reign for you, Philly to NY
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| Just to wet you up I’m tear ducts to a dry eye
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| My my what he told me reciting OBI, Kenobi
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| «you'll be the death of me solely»
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| I told him showly, I agree I’m Ali, cross um like Doji
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| Sting like wasps I serve um losses they lowley
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| Call me young achilles cuz I snap on these like Kobe Now
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| Back to talking bout my day it went smoothly
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| I woke up hella early, last night watched a movie
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| And compared it to my life like 2-D boobies, the come up, like the sun up,
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| when ya son up mornings crying for juices
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| Adolescents
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| Never stress um
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| Developed I bless um
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| Denaun thanks for the blessing
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| One of the best in the game
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| I still remain, outside still writing in the rain, I reign
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| Why don’t you come home at night no more, no more
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| Why can’t you see past a thing, no more
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| Yeah I see the gun but it’s a pellet
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| Yeah the ball is in your court, but it’s appellate
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| They sayin Acid was an album retail it
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| I said I got way too much soul for me to sell it
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| That’s why godfather tied the cape on my shoulders
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| Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps' clothing
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| I’m a little too hard to be slept on
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| I’m a little too sharp to be stepped on
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| A little too Pac for the septum
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| I’m so pretty I make mirrors blush
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| I spit the shit in a party to make your ear adjust
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| I’m a parapalegic parrot with a pair of crutches in a no fly zone
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| On the phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us
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| There’s a metaphor if I expound
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| There’s a better score in the next round
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| Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground
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| Coffee, I’m awfully softly spoken
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| In Autumn, fall leaf clovin
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| My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled
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| My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the Archangel
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| I don’t pray for chart singles
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| I grab life by the ankle like Kurt Angle
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| And ask it if it’s ticklish
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| Ask me if that’s ridiculous
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| I’m a meticulous fickle dude
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| That just happens to spit a little bit
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| And you can tell I rapped this off my phone
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| Cause you can hear that ringtone in the background but I’m in the zone |