| Yo, could it be I stayed away too long.
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| Lighting up to Cypress Hill I was the side of the bong
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| Catching arthritis my pen was the heaviest
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| Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences
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| Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep
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| I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep
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| Send for the heat without relational guns
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| Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum
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| I only run between the moon and New York city with a crew that get busy like
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| Bizzie be winning
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| And in the night still pitching like I’m in the first inning
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| Curve spinning these curtains are swervining
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| Disturbing images I cover the scent another visual
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| I mask and still never repent
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| Event the tide from the pull of the moon
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| From where I currently reside where its currently June
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| And kind of worry how my currency views
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| Kind of murder don’t mind if I do
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| My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
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| My grandma told your grandma, «I'm gonna set your will on fire»
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| Talking 'bout hey now
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| Cake is duffel the biscuits buttered
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| Placed in covered the steak is smothered
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| Monetary notes growing ropes homes on boats
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| That’s why every step I take is brothered
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| Step I fly off the handle to create my supper
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| As an OG told me a closed mouth doesn’t get fed
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| Push the level over the red
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| Pushes under my blankets they know to spread
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| Like butter and jelly over the bread
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| I’m on my alchensteam Toot-Toot!
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| Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things
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| That resemble a stove top kettle. |
| Hot metal on schedule
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| I bust your bumbaclot ras, don’t sekkle
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| Like the chamber make my vocals echo…
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| From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering
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| From the tone of the rain seemed so appealing
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| Did not invent the money printed but I’m getting it
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| Did not invent the wheel but motherfuckas spinning it
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| I’m not the paranoid searching for my calling yo
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| Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio
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| I carry on listen I carry on tradition
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| I take a toothbrush to old kicks and pairs’ll glisten
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| So fuck this place and a staircase to sit in
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| In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in
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| I never tried to make it I was only trying living
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| They claimed to know math but motherfuckers never divied…
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| Up sick of giving I got nothing to show
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| But ain’t sick of being sick with it it’s the sickest you know
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| I don’t communicate with conversation
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| I stay up late nights in the basement
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| Charge extra for installation
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| Chop up loop like little bits of bacon
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| While I operate on a patient
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| Laboratory coats is what I’m draped in
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| More than the money notes my music is my motivation
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| Uh burn nicotine blow out Listerine
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| Lincoln to Michigan live from The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
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| Depiction is off bring in the relief
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| Too many Indians that want to be chief
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| I’m confident with my spot nobody can oust me
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| As a youth my parents figured out they couldn’t house me
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| Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me
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| Now they stand at attention every time they announce me
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| Success is my revenge
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| You throwing pebbles in the wind
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| I send messengers with a pen
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| More medicine with the blend
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| Caps are what I never type
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| Bought when I’m stepping out
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| Stack till I get it right
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| Red state blue state politics bang
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| The day is new same shit different game
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| Been running ink to tunnel vision
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| Maybe it’s the night
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| So I’m waiting till the sun is risen
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| Some forgive some forget the summer debt
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| The summer time some will regret
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| Some of the bets win more then its less
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| I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks
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| Vital mistakes are at a viral rate
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| The eyes had it till they expand or dilate
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| I’m on the fire escape off the highest of flames
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| Debating science hearing sirens and things
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| I start my movement view to the stars
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| And start grooving pointing tools at mars
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| Licking shots from my union
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| I catch the plot when I clue in
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| I caught a permanent and never been removed since…
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| Bitch, bitch…
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| Oh My Council!
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| Welcome to the lord’s chamber they mean to discuss legislation or issues that
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| concern them this House of Lords chamber is one of the most impressively the
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| House of Lords also has a public gallery |