| Yeah, me verses me
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| Verses me, verses me, verses me
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| Verses me, yeah
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| I’m comin' for you, woo!
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| Opponent opponent, my foe is the closest
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| His throne is my focus, I notice He knows this
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| The smell of defeat, I notice He knows this
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| My focus mitosis, so odor is potent
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| Devoted like poses for closure, so voting
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| For POTUS it’s over, for most is the Oval is hopeless
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| I overly quoted the quote that was spoke when I said I’m devoted
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| Opponent opponent, I’m closin' in on him
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| Like Mary knew Joseph at hotel with the hostess sayin'
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| «Oh well, there’s no way we can host him», it’s so ferocious
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| Go in decoded, closin' in on him
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| Chasin' after dudes, it’s two years after '06
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| Shadowboxin' with the man above, the faucet lavatory
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| Stalkin' Bloody Mary haunted, flip the on and off switch
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| Scary movie script, there’s a duplicate Who is this?
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| Barely movin', it’s an illusion in human skin
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| Man, I’m losin' it, these delusions is too intense
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| Nuisance get the nooses, need 'em hangin' where Mr. Cooper is
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| I ain’t on his level yet, he pass where the cooper is |
| So I’m on a super big, share with bazooka clip
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| Skippin' all the small talk, I don’t lips
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| A oompa loompa’s kids, I treat these dudes like dirty hookah tips
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| Mano-a-mano, which really means stereo
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| Follow me follow, I’m comin' for ya
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| I’m comin' for ya
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| Lookin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya
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| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya
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| Me verses me
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| I’m comin' for ya
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| Lookin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya
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| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya
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| Me verses me
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| Just like me, I have a rival just like me
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| I find the battles in the mind, yeah, it’s just psyche
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| Will I take me out, fake me out just like Ki?
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| Or will I open up my energy just like Qi?
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| I’ve seein' ya, in yourself friend
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| Your passion alone feedin' ya, the blood so I’m leechin' ya
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| Rappin', I’m on leukemia, bad to the bone
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| It stems from the media that I’m attackin' a clone
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| On the dark side, black side, playground for the back slide
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| Any day I could drive anything, and deny me, that’s pride
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| Head big, finna capsize, I’m a rabbi to the bad guys
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| And my ship just capsized, soul sail and I baptized |
| Underwater maneuver, I scuba for evidence
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| But never thought or assumed that my future was heaven sent
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| Cause all of my partners grew up and screw up, it never ends
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| Some of 'em spark the tool up and shoot up the reverend
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| The moment I started brooding I knew I was set in sin
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| But open my heart to music and usin' at syringe
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| This oblon got a medula, I’m goin' out of my noodles
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| So like a dog with the voodoo, it’s brutal death with the pen
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| My opponent, on my own but I’m not alone
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| It’s all my brothers band together, we kinda Jonas
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| Competition strand together, I kinda comb it
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| That’s a head start then I’m gone and I’m comin' for ya
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| Think you act like you own the place
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| Your confidence condescends, you rap like you own some praise
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| That’s gon' get old someday, ok they don’t worship the ground you walk on
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| Or worship the sound your thoughts on
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| Alert to have found you logged on to social media
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| Needing it up, day-to-day lunch plates
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| I’m conceding my screen misuse
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| If they don’t double-tap it’s almost like I need tissue |
| Man, I thought these self-esteem issues were just teen issues
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| Man, I microphone checked my motives
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| I was doin' this for microphone checks
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| I noticed I like to boast and that I might be on next
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| But I’ll be home thanks to
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| Those types of songs catch on to something that we might condone next
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| Meaning Christ is shown less, this kinda rhymin' that’s common
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| I’ll fight to be shown death to these life in these bones
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| Yet I was buyin' my own press just to heightin' my own rep
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| No defyin' flesh so the writin' is no threat
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| To the vices almost next to the blind when the soul’s death
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| To inclined to be holdin' skulls to divinely compose text
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| So in light of this giant tyrant that’s tryin' to withhold rest
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| I’ll be cryin', swingin', eyein' 'til Goliath has no head
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| He was threatin' me cause I threatened the sea
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| me, better than me now how before I never could see
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| Until I set to believe that evidently at 11:59 I climbed definitely
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| Yes, evidently, me?
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| I’m comin' for ya
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| Standin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya |
| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya
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| Me verses me
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| Yeah, I’m comin' for ya
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| Standin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya
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| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya
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| Me verses me
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| I get on this mic and I tip-toe on the subject matter
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| Dip slow, it’s tickin' timer, don’t touch the package
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| Explosion imminent, Mortal Kombat, will finish him
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| The only way we live is by crucifyin' a gentleman
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| Lucifer is the general, loose him and you see genocide
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| Lucid then why we loosin' up truth and we watchin' sinners die?
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| Only way we move is by slowin' down to a standstill
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| All I got is faith and I’m buried under this landfill
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| I just gotta tip-toe on narrow paths
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| See, my prayers come in paragraphs
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| I ain’t never face it like a pharaoh mask
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| Now we stoppin' immigration 'til the terror pass
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| Automatic starters, look, I ain’t have no battery for nonsense
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| I don’t have no, it’s constant
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| I don’t have no battle that I ever won alone
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| See, I don’t have no gavel and I never had a throne
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| It’s hadouken like Akuma off of Street Fighter Alpha |
| Back in third grade conscious, did my book report on Malcolm
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| See, everything is different from the past
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| And I’m between sippin' from a flask, it’s a Mississippi mask And you can hear
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| that tug of war, listenin' to scapegoats
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| How you say what’s on your heart and still keep it tasteful?
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| A house full of mirrors 'til I find it so intrusive
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| A house full of mirrors, I’m just hidin' from Medusa
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| Yeah, I’m comin' for you
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| Yeah, he runnin' for you
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| Like ra-ra, gunnin' for you
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| Yeah, I’m said comin' for ya
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| It’s me verses me and I’m comin' for you
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| Yeah, they got me runnin' for you
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| Ra-ra, gunnin' from you
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| Yeah, said we comin' for you |