| Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
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| I’m a young lord hitter, that’s word to A$AP
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| Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
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| Only go strapped in her she can’t bear my children
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| Tip top denim I’m known to be a menace
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| Fly blue-drop tinted, rolling up my spinach
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| In my new zone spinning
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| Elevating niggas by painting lyric pictures
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| The ring you gon kiss it
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| The holy ones did this I handle they business
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| Young buck nigga can’t say that I ain’t sinnin'
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| But I clean my chakras and repent for all my sinning
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| I’m my own master the verdict my decision
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| Zombie gang, we from the astral land
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| We set the grandiose plan so they could treasure that
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| From the Egypt sands down to the Brooklyn lands
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| The light is with me man, I’m filled with melanin
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| Mind full of theories, I see beyond reality
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| Grind to the ceiling, I squeeze, gone top a lot of cheese
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| Timeless repetition, them lies in pages visit
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| Surprised we are the victim, society’s secret mission
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| But ain’t no, motherfucking way I’ll let them take my soul nor abduct my brain
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| As I blow my smoke and continue my reign
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| Cause that royal blue blood in my veins, I’m a king
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| Indigo, yeah my soul be foreign
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| My flows be scorchin', c-caution
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| Often I stun like Austin, no flossin'
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| My words are like a complex maze you get lost in
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| Trey offed them, the God off the flawless karma
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| They thought I was in the dark, but now they honor
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| Pay offers when I’m in concert, pray for your daughter
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| I told her, I’m a monster she got slaughtered
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| Krishna, Christ, Issa, paid the price
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| Invading heads like lice, when I grip the mic
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| Dreams of Jackson Mike, making music right
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| Keep me in the light, and unify my sight
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| Flows so flush, they going down the drain
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| Magician with the pen, I move to enemies
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| Prince need medicine to keep me 'head of them
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| That potent sediment, they knock don’t let 'em in
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| People hear this shit they thinking that it’s sadistic
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| But the music save the masses be saving us from disaster in the 60s with the
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| peace
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| Organizations and black panthers now they bump my music over the seas lyrical
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| pastor
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| You tryna ride with these fucks
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| Pile your bodies back off they trunk
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| Got your mind twisted and fucked
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| I ain’t just rhyming nigga keep up
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| Better know your words, stay puffing on bomb herb
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| Keep my vision clear view while lurking upon earth
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| Gold souls can’t lose, them critics they won’t work
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| I’m enlightened like Zeus, putting titans up in the dirt
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| So if I don’t like you, I ain’t writin' it in a verse
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| Just hearse result, so don’t get involved, you might miss tomorrow
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| Feeling invincible, living within the heart, I can feel sin depart
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| UA bringing change to our kin with art, pardon our flows so godly I can swim
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| with sharks
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| Started this shit in the lobby now I’m up in the stars
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| What are the odds? |
| Have a dream then create it, you God
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| I don’t fuck with none of these rappers, fallacies can’t compare to me drift
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| through fantasies
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| Don’t be mad at me cause you can’t compete, drop your weapon g, join the cavalry
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| Sarge Ayu, leading the platoon through the rain water proof
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| Guarded like Zeus that’s a God my nigga
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| Pulling up on the sinners
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| On the rise; |
| skyscraper, multiply like children
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| High rise nigga, in the projects with killers
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| But the cops not really with the drama my nigga
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| Prize, I’m a winner cause I rise out the winters
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| Ticking time-bomb but I keep it calm when I’m in her
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| Got an elevated posse, the holy sour done got me
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| Students for the army, good music that fill they bodies
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| May the oath stay true, with the Buddha right beside me
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| Ignited poet I got it inside of my soul shinin'
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| Came up from the gutter, the timer was synchronized
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| With the human evolution, we messagers of our time
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| They intrudin' our medulla with foolish illusive lies
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| In this revolution of weapons, we using minds |