| Set 'em niggas raised the banners up
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| I carry canisters the size of San Fri', Atlanta
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| It’s the amateur, how your pop feel his son is a faggot?
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| Planting my seed in your girl, now she the mother of dragon
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| Clowns to the left, jokers to the right
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| I left a path of dead rappers strangled with broke mics
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| Take it back to that M.O.P. |
| — Cold As Ice
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| If you beat everyone already, who are you supposed to fight?
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| Challengers explode like the NASA rocket
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| 'Cause they ain’t know the mutherfuckin' time like bad watches
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| I drop mad projects, they all ill
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| I summon brothers, come for you
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| They all will
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| Who did y’all rob? |
| Who did y’all kill?
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| Silence — like a fucking mime in Vaudeville
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| I put your pride through a sawmill
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| Y’all don’t deserve the remains of a dog’s meal, so dog chill
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| I speak in a tongue called elephant
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| My brain is a device not fully developed yet
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| What you hearing is the prototype
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| Before you wager against me ask if you can afford your life?
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| Yeah, you know me well
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| The god said that they owe me hell
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| I’m the outlaw Josey Wales
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| No heaven above, no hell beneath me
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| No man can kill me, no bitch can keep me
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| Don’t be afraid child, please come and look
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| The journal that holds my rhymes is called The Jungle Book
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| Shere Khan, weed white, beer bronze
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| I used to be afraid of my power — the fear’s gone
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| So now all of those who were dead challenge
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| Left screaming in the back as I’m tearing the Bear’s ballads
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| You go to brunch meetings and eat pear salads
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| I won’t deny my feelings of hate, 'cause they valid
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| I have a rare palate; |
| taste unparallel
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| The weight of the world on my back, but I wear it well
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| The secret of success, what is there to tell?
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| If you fail to prepare, then you must prepare to fail
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| I’m spitting ill, the fist be my hammer
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| The question of who the illest?
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| This be the answer
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| There is no madness
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| There is no method
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| Yours truly, Lost Cause the lion and the leopard
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| Yeah, you know me well
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| The god said that they owe me hell
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| I’m the outlaw Josey Wales
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| No heaven above, no hell beneath me
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| No man can kill me, no bitch can keep me |