| Holding back ain’t an option till cold and black in a coffin
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| When Goldman Sachs came to Gotham we sold’em Batman and Robin
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| They told us that happens often the older you get you soften
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| Till all that you get is coffee a swollen colon and moth eaten clothes
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| I got a problem with those without a problem a dozer without a dream
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| And so cozy to be forgotten a boner without a condom we on a boat to Zimbabwe
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| Wait nope it’s going to Swazi where culture owns every body
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| Give a hand to the man who ain’t me Dali
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| One hand to the land of the free Dali
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| Another hand gotta feed the family
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| And gotta hand for the handling fee
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| My forearms gonna get a little weak Dali
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| Work around but they can’t stand the heat Dali
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| I’m two clocks and I’m hanging from the tree’s
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| We all hands with a case of defeat
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| They playing that Anglo Sax again playing like ain’t no axioms
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| Accidents happen when you keep claiming that they ain’t African
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| Out of my way they after’em axe to the nose they hacking’em
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| Axel Rose’n ‘em Slash’n ‘'em laughing like they ain’t mad at’em
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| Fuck a civilian «One in a Million» playing in back of them
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| Take’em out of they manuals Hannibal they ain’t battling
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| Maybe if it ain’t pale as them they’ll derail any path to them
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| Saying it’s ancient aliens curses slavers and pathogens
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| Politicians got a lobster in they hand Dali
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| And they calling on us all to take a stand Dali
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| Got us hanging on their every demand
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| On the wall just a waving our waving our
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| Tryna get a shot like it’s 1963 Dali
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| We going round all hands no feet Dali
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| Can’t stop or they’ll replace me
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| I got a clock where my face should be
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| Now how come Illuminati is all we know of Ebola
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| While sinking in our economy drinking it’s Coca Cola
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| I’m peeking over it’s shoulder and all I see is Enola
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| Wait no I think that is Dorian all I know is the story is grey as that Delorean
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| Maybe it’s all a Freudian play on every topic
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| Eh wait I think I’m boring them take it back to that box hit
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| Away in that Delorean who did Michael J Fox kiss ok it’s Freud again
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| Pay no mind to the ti on me Dali
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| Put it together and it’s time on me Dali
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| And time ain’t but a leash on me
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| I can even find where my feet should be
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| I can’t even read what this article says Dali
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| It says it’s hard for the will to get ahead Dali
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| Even harder if you still in bed
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| Look at me I’m a particle head |