| Hahahahahahaaaa!
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| Come with us Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath
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| Where the Def Squad dwells
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| Where your dreams and imaginations is only
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| loose change in a motherfucker’s pockets
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| This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS
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| We’re From the DarkSide radio
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| Niggaz, better get your flashlights
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| cause it’s pitchblack!
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| I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods
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| Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars
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| My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps
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| Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats
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| My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob’s Ladder
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| Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter
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| Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster
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| Flex you can bet I’m not playing with a full deck!
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| I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers
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| I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river
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| Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning
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| And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I’m open
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| Y’all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat
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| My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach
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| Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun
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| Cause I’m crazy off that chronic from my man grandson
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| I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville
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| I be murderin MC’s from up here to Urbantown
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| I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock
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| Yoyoyo that’s that’s E and them!
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| Yo word up? |
| Yo what’s going on?
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| Yo chill chill chill chill |