| Count to ten…
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| Take a break of fresh…
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| From as far away as the other side of everything
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| Comes a Dynospectrum substance similar to amphetamines
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| When used under prescribed regulations, it’s a wonder drug
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| But abused, aftermath of the overdose is nothing to love
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| Potency, the key word; |
| don’t take it lightly
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| Accessible through the underground market, and not too pricey
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| Enticing regular customers from experimentals
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| When the rush hits comprehension grips, clears the mental
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| Credentials, what we got that they can’t take?
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| So I stir up the eggs and drip my syrup on the pancakes
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| Plans break, plots fold, schemes disembody
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| I’m amped off the nightmares and an IV full of coffee
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| They try to stop me and my ability to no avail
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| Your inavailability of skills ensures failure
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| I knew the time when the bus drove by, and a cold wind
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| Ripped the old skin form my frozen frosted hands
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| Lost it man, it expands past the boundaries
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| Haunted by the ponderance, I wonder if this’ll drown me
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| Found me off in the woods somewhere, should have left me there
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| He’s a trade off for needing a breath of fresh air
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| I got mac heads ready to establish the cultivation of the barren
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| So I brought the creation, my brothers activating civilness
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| See, this ain’t no high school shit, the Spectrum is straight livin' this
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| I’m on a roll like pastry, a straight line about to make mine
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| Patience is Hell cause it’ll take time
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| Break spine, the lone wall’s crackin'
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| I came too far for slackin' so the factory is happenin'
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| Camouflage dreams sabotage me
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| Any means, many things activate, circulate around green
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| Not the calling, niggas they swallow pharmaceutical
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| My blue collar suitable verbal points isn’t shootable
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| They can take pitch black boons and meditation
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| Temptation and lust, overcoming Theolonius
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| Monkey must need classes on jungle etiquette
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| You rub me wrong, swinging on ropes of counterfeit
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| Mentalist, gorilla fish, Che Guevera hips
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| The over-ground terrorist reminiscent of this
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| Assault trooper star domain be outshining
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| I rainin' Uvula stranglin' Hymen
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| What kind of density is you claimin'?
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| Civilized, what, Runnin' up on some blind slavemen
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| Flagrant hell-bent child of entertainment
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| Color of pavement, enragin' breakin' and makin'
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| I hold the terror, extravagant paranoia
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| Permeate and never corrupt this trend-setter
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| So you know me, point out traits that spell fake
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| Delusional snake sever, staggering back peddla
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back
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| Now…
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| After we inject a few hundred CCs of these
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| MCs will hand over all their locks and keys
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| My lyric philosophy’s like Socrates
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| Date back past pre-cry before there was any rappers
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| Crates and wax I’m waitin' to relax information
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| On tracks like faxes, show you I’m anti-wackness
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| As I spin on my axis
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| I watch you get caught and fall from a lack of practice
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| Man your whole plan was a joke, I revoke your molasses
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| Until the smoke passes, lay face-down on the floor
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| Everybody look for something more but it’s all been done before
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| I open a new door and welcome you to explore
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| My land of four season where there’s gun stores for many reasons
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| My lyric teaches, leaves legions upon completion
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| Flex to reach my apex and stay vexed like some New York niggas
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| Upset cause my checks need more figures
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| So I rhyme to re-tour while drinking export liquor with your bitch nigga
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| Bitch you say goodbye to me tonight
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| But still be mad, fucking' music left to write
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| I used to fall asleep with the pen in my hand
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| Now I’m finnin' to stand on top of the planet and do damage
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| Substantiated, I contemplate it to be creative
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| But never fake it, so I never be overrated
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| I gotta make, cause my babies need their lunch
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| So I’mma do what I must so they achieve their wants
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back
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| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid
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| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck…
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| Let’s count the bodies over again
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| If we could only make the bodies smaller
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| The size of skulls
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| We could make a whole plain white with skulls in the moonlight |