| Yo this is for my people all across the globe, hold it up if you’re ready to
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| roll
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| I know it’s been a long time and especially slow but have no fear,
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| its all gonna end because they thought they had me hung but I’m back again
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| Dancing on the stage with my jingling bells, It’s the host with the most who
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| escaped from his cell and came around its like the pain I found but that’s
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| exactly how I got this cell
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| Yeah, yah
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| That’s how we do it in the underground, I’m just waiting for you pessimists to
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| come around/
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| It’s the Dark horse candidate, the dungeon clown, Who slapped every other
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| contestable incumbent down. |
| /
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| Haha, yeah so tighten up your corset, because you don’t stand a chance homie,
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| it’s a poor bet/
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| Ya got something to say? |
| Clicking in your forum threats, I’ll be at your
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| doorstep quicker than a corvette/
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| Hehehe yo, shittin' in your drawers yet? |
| Knees shaking and your armpits begin
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| to pour sweat/
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| Think you can hang dawg? |
| I’ll send you a bill, you’re barking at the beast from
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| behind the fence of your skill/
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| I keep it real like placebo pills, just chill and even keel, but come with the
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| beef drop a beat and the secrets spill/
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| Jokerr with the double R super rhyme freakish skills cheated and beated
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| repeatedly but even still…
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| I’m gonna hold it high
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| You can feel it coming in the golden sky
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| We’re a second away from the special occasion
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| The harder we try the farther we go
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| It’s a lonely road and we’ll be on it until we’re old and cold
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| No matter how far we’ve come we know
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| This is only the beginning
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| Yo, I rhyme like the river, when I spit it just flows
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| You rhyme like the wind, when you spit it just blows/
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| I got devices I could stick in your nose
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| I plant a mini landmine in your boogers, if you pick it explodes/
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| Yo, you wanna go to war? |
| Just so you know prepare to face Waves of foes in
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| infinite droves /
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| I roll deeper than the Mariana trenches at it’s lows, negative 36,
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| 000 plus hence to disclose /
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| I keep my infantry visible but my special ops hidden, that’s how I’m keeping
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| tabs on bitches like bartenders/
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| My heart’s dark like limousine tinted car windows, got the strongest stomachs
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| looking for something to barf into/
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| I’ll cut you apart step in the booth and I’ll Clark Kent you
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| Just before you panic and the anesthetic darts hit you’ll
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| Wake up on a park bench in nothing but in your drawers scared
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| With me standing over you singing the chorus there/
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| Like…
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| I’m gonna hold it high
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| You can feel it coming in the golden sky
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| We’re a second away from the special occasion
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| The harder we try the farther we go
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| It’s a lonely road and we’ll be on it until we’re old and cold
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| No matter how far we’ve come we know
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| This is only the beginning
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| (Let me hear you sing la-la-la-la-la-la)
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| I’m gonna gonna hold it high
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| You can feel it coming in the golden…
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| (Wait!) What?! |
| (You forgot the 3rd verse.)
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| Ugh there was a 3rd verse to this song wasn’t there?
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| (Well, go on.) Hmph, aight
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| Yo, The Jokerrs nasty… Haha, yeah
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| I’ll make you feel stupid like multiple overdraft fees/
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| Looking down trying to follow where that trail of gas leads
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| Then me with a match is the last thing your ass sees/
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| Heh, I’m the fresh breath of air rap needs
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| Cannon balling on it back flipping from a trapeze /
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| Suckas trying to sniff out facts please
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| I covered my tracks you covetous rats its just mouse trap cheese /
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| I come from the dungeon that’s how I learned to lure vermin
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| You sniff and I’ll get you hooked like fishermen do to sturgeon/
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| Now an industrial furnace couldn’t burn the loot I’m earning
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| Forreal homie will kill more bills than Uma Thaurman/
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| Concerning my past, some books are best when left unread
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| Political connivances, deception, and blood shed/
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| Given the circumstances and surrounded by such dread
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| I shoulda been a corpse face down in the mud dead!/
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| Heheh, but instead
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| I’m gonna hold it high
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| You can feel it coming in the golden sky
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| We’re a second away from the special occasion
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| The harder we try the farther we go
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| It’s a lonely road and we’ll be on it until we’re old and cold
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| No matter how far we’ve come we know
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| This is only the beginning |