| Since birth I’ve been repping the turf, the dark shadow verse
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| Shallow Hal, bleeding pen pal, I need to see it first
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| Intangible, blow wig, manageable, nod, eat the chief
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| Blow the steam, blow the Ox out, she want my piece of tea
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| My fiends feed off the lead off pitcher
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| Pitch a no hitter, bleed off the scene I sent ya
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| It goes baby mini Mac, spitting similac seizure
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| The house, the car, the baby sitter, amnesia
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| Invented by the bullshit I twitted, follow me close
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| I’ll lead you to my office of murder, gatting at those
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| Flamingos, Pablo Costo with all the gringos
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| A Starr like Ringo, my shots like free throws
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| Shivering in they boots, with is destitute
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| Like the scripture of the garden of eden forbidden fruit
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| The roots are resolute, high definition
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| Needing no repetition, fancy bitches in high boots
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| Thinking is digital, smokescreen sneak attack, mind like water
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| Bone crusher, blood spiller, what you think of that?
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| Coming up with all types of shit
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| I don’t even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my shit
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| My squad is impossible odds
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| With the posture of God, shocked by high tropical charge
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| We blow skittles, coke dribble, wrote riddles and quotes
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| Army cold killers of the Coast, popping the most
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| My stee' is to get the pot cooking, catch you slipping
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| And hop up out the bushes when you not looking
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| What you tryna prove, you just a molecule
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| I drop charcoal and start barbecuing all of you
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| Artists marching, parched and we taught 'em the article
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| No comicals, we just body niggas, promise you
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| Flow tiller, killer gorilla, Godzilla
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| Peel a onion head nigga for scrilla, no filler
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| Thriller, moonwalk, mashed potato, Clark Gable
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| Stable, two step shatter and strangle, gold cable dangle
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| Durag under the fitted, gold kitted
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| Spit it special at a diva delicious, blowing kisses
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| This is pure pathetic, fresh phonetics
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| Style embedded from arrogant rock, don’t sweat it
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| Let it, simmer and sit, my glimmering gift
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| Curse niggas with a present now you swimming in shit
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| Shit, it’s the Backwoods, military, cobra khan
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| Twisted off of monkey brains, dumping out the firearms
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| Get your riot on, Rodney King
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| Rock heavy bling and break Cali out of the bing
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| We the illest, cocaine crack rap concealers
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| Mac Millers, ready to clap at wack niggas |