| I know at first y’all ain’t hear me
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| But in the end y’all gon' play
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| Poisoning the well
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| Y’all gon' hear me, oh yeah
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| You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
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| So drink it up with no filter
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| I give you my drama
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| So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
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| Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin'
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| See I’m only as funky as my last cut
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| Don’t blame my gifts and fill your glass up
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| Sincerely
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| Man I love this music thing severely
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| But it seems some don’t wanna feel me clearly
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| I’m the L in Salmon, they can’t hear me
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| So I had to work up to not giving a fuck
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| But the people thought I was evil
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| I was brought up at the steeple but they trust it not
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| But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks
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| When he bust shit lots
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| And you will get a couple in ya muffin top
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| Me popping will be they D-day
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| 'Cause they can’t say the shit he say
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| Everyone don’t have a tongue like a gun
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| They not trying to be running no relay
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| Sat in hell for a whole lot of years
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| Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers
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| Sold out shows, so 'bout those
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| Foes doubt flows but bros oughta hear
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| Change in the making
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| Deep in the midwest something insane been a-baking
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| They claiming a nation with brain innovations
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| Aligning with everyone with the Strange integration
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| Poisoning the well
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| Y’all gon' hear me, oh yeah
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| You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
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| So drink it up with no filter
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| I give you my drama
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| So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
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| Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin'
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| See I’m only as funky as my last cut
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| Don’t blame my gifts and fill your glass up
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| Something strange in the agua
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| When everybody sound like blah-blah
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| Put the KOD in the pot and he nod
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| But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga
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| Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream
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| Gangrene sick of hits again
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| I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin
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| That’s my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan
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| They don’t wanna see my progress
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| But you can’t stop a talent that’s God blessed
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| Over the years I showed 'em with my odd guest
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| To a handsome man chilling fom the projects
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| Wayne Minor, insane kinda, in the brain I’m a strange rhymer
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| Always been a change the game grinder
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| Poison the well
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| You can tell that this boy’s been in Hell
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| I’m a joy when inhaled
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| I’m the reason why everybody cheesin'
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| I got 'em even making noise in the jail
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| If everybody had to do what I do
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| They’d have flows coming out the wazoo
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| And let the god spew
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| Alaikumasalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh
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| Poisoning the well
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| Y’all gon' hear me, oh yeah
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| You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
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| So drink it up with no filter
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| I give you my drama
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| So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
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| Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin'
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| See I’m only as funky as my last cut
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| Don’t blame my gifts and fill your glass up
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| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Strange!
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| Something’s strange and here it comes
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| And we ain’t nearly done
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| G-Zone nigga |