| And the road gets harder with flow spits
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| 'Cause we represent that Kansas city, MO shit
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| Double doses, Tech Kalikosis
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| But ran into a duo that’s ferocious
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| Some of the best two, kill you, no rescue
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| They say that you gotta spit hot 16's before you step through
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| And they say everybody, nigga, even Tech do
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| Now we gotta explain our journey to the Ces Cru
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| I’m on a pilgrimage to the rhyme Mecca, because I am Tecca
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| And this mind, it left ya, down at the bottom because N9ne's better
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| And if swines ever find the quest to try and test the cleverness
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| They in a mess; |
| bind yessir, sever decay 'em and define pressure
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| I’ma spit it for bidig roars and not a critic whore!
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| Hit ignore, I got acidic core! |
| Thidis war, you’re nada when it pours!
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| Wanna pla-ay every da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay
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| Sa-ay? |
| You got the pa-ay? |
| That’s ya-ay or na-ay?
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| Bumblebee tuna, grrr
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| Don’t be smelling like it if you’re under me, rumors
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| Will begin about you from hung-r-y pooner’s!
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| Hopin', wishin', prayin' when you’re gone it’d be sooner!
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| When I’m dead I’ma get up in the head of the nigga that set it up pickin' the
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| lead up, then I wet 'em up look like a predator
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| I’ma dead 'em and let it puss, skip the peace it ain’t no humble we Luna
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| Moon stricken, rednecks sayin' who them coones rippin'
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| (Boom!) Pick 'em off
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| Take 'em off to my land in my van a lotta room, getting in in
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| When I catch my flow try to wake up your style
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| But you fucked up like, «Uh-oh, I’ma make up for it now»
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair
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| Who are these dudes? |
| We never let in any fools, you know the rules
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| Kristopher, egotistical, narcissistic wit' cha!
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| If they sit on my throne then we tell 'em to get up and move and make us some
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| room
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| I heard of these guys, murderous when it comes to scripture
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| Ubiquitous and Godemis, they Gods to us, we Gods to them
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| So we meet right in the middle, chewed the fat and fried up a little
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| And it’s unfair, we got their hands in the air
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| And you can’t even get a show
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| No one cares that your freestyle so rare
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| But don’t nobody can’t nobody know
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| And it’s easy for them physical favors
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| Why y’all just spend all your paper
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| Breezes bend over the table, tattoo symbols of my label
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| Driving and trafficking rhymes, tongues sharp as African knives
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| We what’s happenin' to your wives while you’re at nine to fives
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| You might as well stop rappin'
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| 'Cause it’s not happening if I stop laughin'
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| 'Cause it’s too hard to impress us, just blatant disregard
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| The Four Horsemen of course we forced to be coarse when
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| You talkin' taller when y’all getting the short end!
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair
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| It’s unfair to me, nothing is what it appears to be
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| Killin' off any and everything
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| Comin' and threatening somethin' that’s dear to me
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| If’n you feelin' the fear then flee
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| Fi fo fee fum, what a fuck up!
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| I’m retarded with a clover, I guess you can call it dumb luck
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| When I’m rappin', out of habit I’m adamant gettin' adam
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| But I would rather, hit a madam with a Magnum and split her atoms
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| Tryna fathom the famine that will diminish the anger
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| Got a place set at the table, we eating spinach with Strangers
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| Sippin' Caribou Lou
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| Spilling the sickest shit ever I tell 'em but who woulda knew it?
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| I’m one of two in the crew, with a knife in my pocket and one in my shoe |
| Surrounded by haters so what I’ma do?
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| Thinkin' I gotta devise a game plan
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| Get a ticket to kick it with Krizz and Nina
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| So I guessin' I’m headed to Strangeland!
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| And my main man, woulda told me to murk 'em
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| Doin' the sin indeed, I’ma catch a couple more
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| Then I’m formin' a human centipede
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| Pause, I’m aware that they hatin', look it, they gotta diss
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| Who the fuck is fuckin' with Tech, Kali, Ubi and Godemis?
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there
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| It’s unfair to be such a motherfucking rarity
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| Beware that we tear many squares if he dares to be a parody
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| Of this clarity, we bare that we share, swear we need therapy
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| Prepare to see nare any spared caring is bare-ly there it’s unfair
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| It’s unfair to be, doin' motherfuckin' charity
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| You can pay a fuckin' fare for me
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| Or really there ain’t nothin' there for me, move carefully
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| I swear that we, fly as a parakeet, high as a Cherokee
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| In my rhyme I spoke like Jeremy feel my fire, my smoke, my kerosene
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| We-we-we don’t want no drama, we-we don’t want no trouble
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| We-we can keep it peaceful if y-y'all can keep it humble
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| I-I really don’t know what he come fo'
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| But his name is the same as a gun yo
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| Strangeland is a place that I seen in a dream
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| Since I was runnin' 'round in my Umbro
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| And you heard it direct from my mouthpiece
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| Tech scouted me out, then found me
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| Turn out we the perfect strangers, Larry Appleton and Balki
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| I was out east, when the text came in
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| With Tech sayin' what is 'bout to be
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| Before you fuck me on the dough, know that everybody 'round here lookin' out
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| for me
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| Now that we got that in the air, I can feel the change in the atmosphere
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| My crew been living in limbo, apparently all this rappin' has trapped us here
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| And after years they hearin' we lost inside the dream not necessarily
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| I won’t let this rap thing bury me, I’ma let these bat wings carry me
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| Ytirar gnikcufrehtom a hcus eb ot riafnu s’ti
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| Ydorap a eb ot serad eh fi serauqs ynam raet ew taht eraweb
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| Ypareht deen ew raews, erahs ew taht erab ew, ytiralc siht fo
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| Ereht yl-erab si gnirac deraps yna eran ees ot eraperp nut ssik |