| I take chances, slow flow with no visa
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| I herd plants, don’t grow for no people
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| I ran the animals over incidentally
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| Heavenly words, spit codes over chemistry
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| I’m alone in a world full of broken homes
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| Break beats and broken sound barrier cones
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| She just married the mob, then got buried alone
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| Body singing like canaries to the phantom of O…
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| I step into the dance with a spliff, a sensei
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| Get down with the sounds from the A.L.C
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| Big brolick, ropes, chains and Tashini suits
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| E.K.'s Gazelli frames, British knights and suits
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| Like the crest vest, and I’m a definition of deaf
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| Out of sight, dynamite, fake right and go left
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| Serving it raw: no stretch, go underwater: no breath
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| No mouthpiece, I speak for myself, no rep
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| Full publicity, my zero-to-sixty is risky
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| And the flow brings me more dough than creamy crispies
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| When it’s fresh out the oven I’m dumbing, pealing hundreds
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| Off my knot, like peeling the skin off of an onion
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| So RAR-RAR like a dragon dungeon
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| Change your shitty drawers cause your pants got dumped in
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| Marijuana spliffs give me bursts of energy…
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| Tone-deaf flows steal chicks, sweat the melody
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| My celery, green weed is the better clover
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| Even if I’m over the bridge, the bridge is never over
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| «Watch the rain» Mr. Weather told you
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| Get you leathers and your umbrellas whenever I’m never sober
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| Through a verse, it’s hell on Earth and never colder
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| I got momentum from the propellers, salute me soldier
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| We stay relevant through new blood, a little older
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| A little wiser a little bolder (so?)
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| Unfold the red carpet cause I’m kicking this
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| Half the rappers platinum?! |
| This shit’s ridiculous
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| Excuse my French but I sat too many years on the bench
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| I’m not venting, spit each word meticulous |