| All of us should go, a nigga knock, who’s with' it?
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| They will never know or never stop who did it
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| 'Cause we all speed 'em up
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| Ain’t no catchin' up with us at all when we cut
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| Everybody know the way I rip it sound stunnin'
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| Nobody stoppin' us when we hit the ground runnin'
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| Come on
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| Feedin' you N9na ever since the money was allocated
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| From T.O.G. |
| and every time I drop people salivated
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| Venomous vernacular is very vicious and validated
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| By many people but to the fuckin' foolish my style is hated
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| Ain’t that a panini that’s mad at a weenie
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| The stabbin' and jabbin' rappin', cappin' as bad as cabrini?
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| I’m one of the critical ones
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| Fiendin' for fire foul and formidable from pitiful slums
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| But I got up and served these suckas my syllables some
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| Roadrunna, this MO gunna’s a flow stunna
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| When he get chose by the hoes, none of the clothes on her
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| Lovin' the soul of a rogue and they want the dough from a
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| Platinum and gold negro under one O’s number
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| I’m hand pickin' 'em, clarity and the quick in 'em
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| Stick with the fam', thicker than rarity, never different than
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| A chariot with it flickerin', flame I hold like Olympian
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| But the kicker been, I really can’t tell if anyone’s even listenin'
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| I’m not human, Earth is too dense
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| Love is useless
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| (I don’t really wanna be a part of this system, no nothing
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| Manifest a better place for me, this one malfunctioned)
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| One, run, two, bitch
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| (Taking off into the universe, I got out, then I found somethin'
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| Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em
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| 'Bout to hit the ground running like)
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| Tell me I ain’t got it, you fakin', lyin', hallucinatin'
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| You get a vibe but do hide your feelings, you tryin' to escape 'em
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| To the rudimentary, it’s too Da Vinci for you to take in
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| Hopin' that if I do fall, eventually parachute gon' cave in (Woo)
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| Foolish envy, with whom am I miscommunicatin'? |
| (Uh)
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| Claimin' like I ain’t one of the illest, you get a rude awakenin'
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| Seen this side of me and then sat in silence recuperatin'
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| If you looking to do some hatin', figure no use in waitin'
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| I’m bored, important spoils of my sport
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| Cyborg at war winnin', willin' to die for it
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| On my Thor shit, floor spins, spin in a time warp
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| My portion short, then I kill and fill my fork (Hell yeah)
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| Table-tippin', the energy got the cable glitchin'
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| Enter the Matrix, when I’m blazing, bitch I be Agent Smith
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| And shit go shiftin' back and forth over, it ain’t no game of tennis
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| Takin' human form when I’m morphin', homie like wait a minute
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| I’m not human, Earth is too dense
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| Love is useless
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| (I don’t really wanna be a part of this system, no nothing
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| Manifest a better place for me, this one malfunctioned)
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| One, run, two, bitch
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| (Taking off into the universe, I got out, then I found somethin'
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| Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em
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| 'Bout to hit the ground running like)
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| Runnin' like Naruto and needin' N9na to throw batons
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| Baton like Rouge and kill everything like Rittz while foes are on
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| See you people are slowin' on, we be speedin' like motocross
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| Please believe it like Ripley
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| I’m gunnin' like when you «e it wrong
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| Rockin' o’s like I’m Jovi Bon
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| Got the force, call me Solo Han
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| I’m the war to you whores, I’m the dinosaur steppin' on your lawn
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| Anybody wanna try to keep up with the killer
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| I don’t even want him gone
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| Sick enough to go toe to toe with a crook, someone calling ya
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| «And that nigga’s from Omaha?»
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| Told you all that Iso’s a God, bitch, it is like I switched dimensions
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| And photo bombed Kotal Kahn
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| Holy moly, what’s goin' on?
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| With a bat leave 'em Mortal Kom'
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| Open portals when I flow and producers call me Polow da Don
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| Tech finna soundin' effortless, rhymin' better than most of y’all
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| You’re like designer, yes, I be flyer even when clothes are off
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Gotta catch 'em all like a Pokeball
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| Better follow the protocol, listen homie I told you all that
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| I’m not human, Earth is too dense
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| Love is useless
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| (I don’t really wanna be a part of this system, no nothing
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| Manifest a better place for me, this one malfunctioned)
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| One, run, two, bitch
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| (Taking off into the universe, I got out, then I found somethin'
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| Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em
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| 'Bout to hit the ground running like)
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| Tech N9ne
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| JL
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| King ISO
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| Killer shit
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| We hoped you enjoyed
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| Sidenote, there’s nobody else fucking with us |