| Yeah, I was just chilling man
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| I was just chilling, just doing my R&B shit
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| And niggas wanna come and play this shit, man
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| Make me wanna get ignorant and shit
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| Fuck all my crew’s paper up, fuck all my Jazzfest paper up
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| But fuck it, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
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| Two tears in a bucket, I wish niggas a-pail
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| A celebration bitches, I wish nigga Chappelle
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| They never caught wind, still thought that they could sail
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| Against my Sea World flow, I wish you niggas well/"whale"
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| Wish you niggas pale a little bit less
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| In comparison to me, cause y’all make me sound so nice
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| I try to tell em, rap shit is like ball
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| You either built for the game, or you not, you can’t coach height
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| Ain’t my fault you niggas ain’t sold records yet
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| Before you get reckless with Phontigga
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| And start slanging epithets
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| You better off walking through the crowd holding hands with two white bitches
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| at Essence Fest
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| First in flight nigga, I’ll never be second best
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| Here’s the theme, I done been supreme
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| I can get it mapped out, make you niggas tap out
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| Like Ben Vereen on Cyclobenzaprine
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| F.E. is the team, bone thugging in harmony
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| We’re the army of two-faces and Jimmy Darmodys
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| First class flight, black bag with the toiletries
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| Run up in the spot like, yeah give me all of these
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| Go and tell your boy to bring some hoes
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| And if they ain’t bout it I ain’t hanging around, nigga that’s loitering
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| He rhymed like he not sane
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| But I got Rap and she got game, ya heard
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| There is no emotion, there is peace
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| Jedi, til the day I die
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| I spit that wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
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| Shine like a mill worth of gold in my prominence
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| Had to break promises, today where the karmas is
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| Took a breath for every life left, that’s that honor shit
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| All my new garnishes peel like the pharmacists
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| Had no need for no Hermes, I value cognizance
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| That’s that kind of sense I’m trying to exchange aimlessly
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| Early morning talks with my boss deep at Cambridge week
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| Bane off the plane shit, rollin' in the same whip
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| Kill Bambi, almost messed me up he got his frame split
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| Blend like the camo in the circle with the same clique
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| Bunch of like-minds like mine universal fit
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| Threat like killa, put your skills up Rambo
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| Mine reaches all in the soil down at Amco
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| Ma’am so you mean to tell me this ain’t real life shit
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| There is no real life, baby only lightness
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| Watch somebody bite this tonight
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| Just to let you know the come up ain’t without a price
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| Shouts to Kenneth 101, snake eyes on the dice
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| Life a gamble, hope you niggas all is rolling right, shit
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| I spit that wonderama shit, won’t remain anonymous
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| Beast of the Southern wild, New Orleans and Raleigh shit
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| Hush puppies staring down, beasting on the bridge
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| The strength of a Jedi’s in the code that we live, nigga
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| It’s the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable
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| Clarence 13X Allah’s rhapsody from Bellevue
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| It’s a Roc Nation, Jay Electronic-extravaganza
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| The fans need a oxygen mask for every stanza
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| Cause it don’t matter if you Black or Anglo Saxon
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| You see a holy El gliding across the stage with icy gloves and socks on
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| You’ll be crying baby Jesus tears in your popcorn
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| Call the Ghostbusters up, tell em we got one, the keymaster returneth
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| Escape from the fiery furnace, niggas don’t concern us
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| Uh-uh, what’s your name, what’s your sign
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| Soon as you try and shine, hater creep up from behind
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| The Vatican preaches Jesus then they creep up with the swine
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| And enslave the people of God and have them sweep up at the shrine
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| Up up and away, fetch a hater a therapist
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| Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots
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| Candy man, candy man, spit another parable
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| Your show’s uncomparable, the flow’s unbearable
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| Up, up and away, fetch a hater a therapist
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| Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots
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| Candy man, candy man, spit another parable
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| Your show’s uncomparable, the flow’s unbearable |