| Try to stay awake
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| eat great
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| contemplate
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| Never harbour hate
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| try to integrate
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| Palm fate /off
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| I’ma burn like a papsak Molotov
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| One shake fire, my desire is to set it off
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| When I come say boom
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| this is my room
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| Bring on the doom
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| I’m the cartoon
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| Life is an illusion and its ending pretty soon
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| Good
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| the only time I chill is in the tomb
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| Never on the tune, cause you know i make a rap zoom
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| You can find me in the smoke plumes
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| Underground like the catacombs sweep clean like a new broom
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| I’ll meet you in the ether with the fumes
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| So we’re gonna go
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| Drop it till ya done
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| Bodies hit the floor when we
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| Sync into the sun
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| Sync into the, sync into the
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| Sync into the sun
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| So we’re gonna go
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| Sync into the sun
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| Pitcher at the bar, you can part with your riches
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| Make you bitter like a sour sucker pucker you can lick it
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| If you get a ticket, check checka check it i can kick it
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| Slicker than oily clicker, bicker when i trick it
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| With my licker, make you sicker than being stricken with rickets
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| Bluster, buster muster up a fuss
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| Suss suckers in a second, lick a lady into lust
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| Fresh breeze in ya CD sleeve, shiver like a gust
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| Of wind
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| dizzy like a spindle
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| Wriggle like you’re wrestling and giggle when you win
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| Tin-tin has fire in follicles upon his chin
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| Bakaman, I got a fire burning up within
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| So we’re gonna go
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| Drop it till ya done
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| Bodies hit the floor when we
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| Sync into the sun
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| Sync into the, sync into the
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| Sync into the sun
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| Sync into the sun
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| You can find me at the rapture
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| With a microphone still kicking rap tones right at ya
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| Slap ya make you live a little through the trash sir
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| Take a bash sir if you like
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| take a swipe miss
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| Or you’ll never know the life that you might miss
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| Crisis by the time strife leaves you lifeless
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| Clock is just a vice /but your time’s still priceless
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| Nicencess
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| leave it for the birds and the mice this
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| Mind is stronger than the bind of the tight fist
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| Let’s all try just give a little light twist
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| Life’s about more than the ice on your right wrist
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| It’s a party but the party could be twice this
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| So we’re gonna go
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| Drop it till ya done
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| Bodies hit the floor when we
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| Sync into the sun
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| Sync into the, sync into the
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| Sync into the sun
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| So we’re gonna go
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| Sync into the sun |