| High above the plains but still remains equal
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| Livin on, no matter how fly there is no sequel
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| I am not a supreme being, freeing people
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| 'Cause many minds are zombified, that’s why they never rest
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| Fightin for the light and fightin' holes in their chest
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| Merely scavengers but no one who’ll confess
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| But in time, they will all undress
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| Livin in the lost & found, trapped without sound
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| Dappin' ass a pound means it’s way underground
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| No, calculating 'cause it’s all round
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| Round like a figure, in old school calligra-phy
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| So figure that you don’t wanna see
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| Far greater than the eye so you can fly Cali
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| Used to have a tax on teens now they got a tax on me
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| But that’s if you can find me
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| I’ll be trippin with the scene with the pan-de.monium
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| He been 'causin more calamities to me than Am-ity
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| -ville Horror, real horror, way mo' wicked than Gomorrah
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| Or Sodom, I shoulda shot him but I didn’t
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| Right then, to me my man hit it
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| Just because I’m tenant reason why they hit me with a rotten label
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| And use trickery to put my cards upon the table
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| So they can COPY, but they’re UNABLE~!
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| They come SLOPPY, ill equipped to grip the sacred cables
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| Stretchin' out, that age old fable
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| How they’re not really my friends
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| They can’t wait to infiltrate and get me for my ends
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| It’s been trend-in, in everything I do
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| The devil tries to throw his wicked wrench into with his henchmen crew
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| Main reason why I, resist whack guys
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| And let 'em know they couldn’t wrap with me aluminum
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| (When you what?) When I’m causin' pandemonium…
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| Somebody tell me what’s wrong with this picture
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| (What?) How long will it take before it hits ya?
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| And you begin to understand
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| The dirty underhanded plan to place pandemonium upon the land
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| Face to face with the faces of death
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| On a daily basis, to the point we embrace this
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| (What?) Demonic debauchery
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| Negatively affecting the psyche, that’s why we like to see
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| Some type of monster chasin'
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| Erasin' people from the face of the Earth like Jason
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| When that was just a movie merely illustrating
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| The illy type of shit that they really got waitin'
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| And I can’t be condonin' 'em (Why is that?)
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| Sick minds perpetuatin' pandemonium
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| Mere men are two handicapped to adapt
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| On my terrain, they remain in the same frame of thought
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| And they only thought as I laughed
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| At they foolish attempt to pin my technique
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| So I set a new mark, transforming my styles
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| To reconcile with the present, peasant
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| Meaning unsliced conditions
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| Like the ninjas on my trail, you will fail in hell
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| The young male will prevail when all hell breaks
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| I hate fakes, worse I hate flakes~!
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| Men get worse I get 'em to make their mistakes
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| I stay low like a sheet of linoleum
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| When it comes to pandemonium |