| Making a killing, the fear is will, taking a drill and ain’t no faking my
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| feelings
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| Had to kill an evil assumption about the hate and the villain
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| You gotta face 'em and feel 'em with the faith and the pilly
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| Ear that, fears wack, a demon I sneer at
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| Pop his top like the bud of the light of the beer caps
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| You hear claps near, pack’s where the peers at
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| A top-tier black speaking clear facts
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| You ain’t killing off and you oughta be, 'cause they pump it with no apology
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| They’re not looking for your camaraderie, just a solemnly policy so you gotta
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| be fatherly
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| What that mean?
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| That ain’t no sonning me, so you ain’t pointing your gun at me
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| Keep coming, you’re gonna see you are the hunted, we summon the one with the
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| drum and tree
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| With this much power, know there’s is a fist, really hoping in there,
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| you’ll trip
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| But the .50 Caliber, it can tear you quick, turn his puffy chest into a pair of
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| tits
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| I’ma take it there ya bitch, fear mongering motherfuckers swear ya it
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| But you avoid it now, could stick my hand in the toilet and dare to squish
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| I ain’t scared of shit
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| Running from my feels, that’s just something I would do
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| I’m killing shit, if I want it, I’ma get it
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| Everything I do I kill, always execute
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| Making a killing, working so hard, I’m never quitting
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| Been there before, seen a lot of things
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| Nothing’s in my way but the man in the mirror, aw yeah
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| Running from my feels, that’s just something I would do
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| I’m killing shit, if I want it, I’ma get it
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| These are the makings of a killin', be ready and willin' to get negativity out
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| the buildin'
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| Realize your God ain’t up in the ceilin', but inside of you so ain’t no more
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| kneelin'
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| To men that’s supposed to be created equal
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| The fearless we grow to be elated people
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| With a toted fully loaded we evaded evil
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| Simply showed it I control it we belated sheeple
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| Arise leader of a new school, chop and kick and punch a bleeder brotha Bruce
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| who?
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| Already crazy I don’t need another loose screw, don’t never ever let 'em see
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| you cover cuckoo
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| Let it all out! |
| Let the fear know what y’all 'bout
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| 'Cause they ain’t with the action, they be all mouth
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| It’s gotta be a day you let 'em know the time up on your Piaget and never be
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| afraid to fallout
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| Running from my feels, that’s just something I would do
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| I’m killing shit, if I want it, I’ma get it
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| Everything I do I kill, always execute
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| Making a killing, working so hard, I’m never quitting
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| Been there before, seen a lot of things
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| Nothing’s in my way but the man in the mirror, aw yeah
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| Running from my feels, that’s just something I would do
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| I’m killing shit, if I want it, I’ma get it
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| This is my FEAR EXODUS, this shit not near next to us
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| If this brought tears, bless you bruh
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| Here’s extra weird cess to buff
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| With no fear, I’ma match for mine, they laugh to blind
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| They think I’m on a path to crime, so I’ma pass the rhyme to my next LP
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| A-S-I-N-9-N-E, calling that asinine |