| Exhale and ventilate
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| If you can’t build and destroy then you renovate
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| Thoughts that innovate, blinding on the interstate
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| Back with the Devil when me and Death had a dinner date
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| Yeah, I’m a cynic but I don’t know how the venom taste
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| Snake ain’t I me, wolf is
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| Chip on my shoulder, another one where the tooth is
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| If I’m in the building then I’m probably where the roof is
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| Wonder it the angels' music is acoustic
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| Cause mine is electric
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| The depth of my soul can’t be measure by the metric
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| Raised where it’s hectic, black magic
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| And the flow is majestic
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| Magician on the tarot card
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| Ask myself can I disappear from Babylon
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| Been this and that, I could breathe in a store
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| Make the mannequins rap, what up
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink
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| All my niggas going to war
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| I’m a go first, ask the guy where should I look
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| On a soul search, can’t cross the bridge unless I pay the toll first
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| Can’t make the point unless I score the goal first
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| Pull that sour kush, I don’t roll dirt
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| Niggas will clap but you gotta give 'em a show first
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| Niggas is acting, improve your improv
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| The ride ain’t pretty cause the life ain’t no rim job
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| You gonna break down, the down breaks
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| Standing on shaky ground or you make the ground shake
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| Niggas will merk you for a pound cake
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| And then cry about it, down state
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| Till I blow ain’t a nigga in the town safe
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| Outside pitching until the motherfucking mountain break
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| Don’t you ever cop no ground weight
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| Lean on the white work, nigga, that’s life work
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink
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| In here for the insight, flow Gs, probably an OZ in my windpipes
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| Cloud of smoke on my frontal lobe
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| Told my niggas my vision is still tunnel, though
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| I could see the light at the end
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| I wonder why you know it’s a mic at the end
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| In the audience still, I dream an end, tryna make about 40 a year
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink
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| It’s like I make niggas shiver and think
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| I’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers would sink |