| Seven Star General, the third war Hannibal
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| This hammer though, will leave a hole in your cantaloupe
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| (to-to-to-to-to) Word, to this game I’m a Pharaoh (yeah)
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| They say to make it big I gotta make a deal with the devil (nah, fuck that)
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| Get right, this industry is a fraud (?) (yeah)
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| They only want 'em to ghost yeah and with us Allah (?) (hum to Allah)
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| Yeah! |
| I’m choppin' diamonds like a jeweler
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| Smoke the Buddha, sip a Nannavoola, I’m a fool-a (?)
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| Yeah! |
| Motherfuckers
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| Yeah…
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| This a wild guess homie, this a shot in the dark
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| You like baby food, just another walk in the park
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| This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes
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| This is Jeffrey Dahmer '89, fork in the heart
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| This Magnum ain’t eat in a while, see the .cal hungry
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| That’s why I got my hand in my drawers like I’m Al Bundy
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| A lot of y’all know that you stolen ya' style from me
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| You can’t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy
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| What you know about your man being down?
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| Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t have him around
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| We clappin' this like you wearin' a cap and a gown
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| The hatches is wide open better battin' ‘em down
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| You tryin' to go to war with the man
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| You mafuckas ‘bout to ride in the coroner van
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| This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze
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| I’m a king, you a pawn, y’all must got me confused
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| Batiman! |