| Yo, son duck down the alleyway
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| Hot shots have him screaming like Cab Calloway
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| You can hear the hooting and hollering from like a mile away
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| I run with assholes who see a vic and salivates
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| I don’t touch the work, that’s just something that I allocate
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| Sectarian split, ineffectual Caliphate
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| It’s goma on the scale and difficulty to calibrate
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| Don’t ask me about nothing now I ain’t trying to collaborate
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| He saw an angel in the Lazarus pit
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| This that Yahweh real king of Nazareth shit
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| I ain’t the one that you should walk into the labyrinth with
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| And I ain’t the motherfucker you should saddle with shit
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| The dart spray semi-automatic like a ooh-wop
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| Spit the rhyme then I bounce the master like a doo-wop
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| It’s a 249 and it’s colder than hell
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| And I treat this assholes like they JoJo the Whale
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| (Put 'em in da fuckin' bat-troom)
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo)
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| Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Yo yo yo
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| Look
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| In a resort in a housebed
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| Your money short cause your mouth big
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| Tryna put to much food in his mouth pit
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| We take trips back and forth down south kid
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| It’s detrimental if you telling me after
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| Hop with the Jet Set, Jello Biafra
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| Panic in Needle Park, a 70s master
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| Suicide, there’s a ebony plaster
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| The Prada duffel is a khaki tan
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| Snake in the Eagle’s Shadow lord, Jackie Chan
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| Make salat on my deen like an Iraqi man (Allahu Akbar)
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| It’s feddy absolute green like it’s Barry Mann
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| This ain’t the devil’s dirt this is rare soot
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| The shoemaker children go barefoot
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| The way you die isn’t fate it’s a choice
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| Watch your bombaclot mouth, take the bass out your voice
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo)
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| Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Yo yo yo (yo yo)
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| (Aight) |