| I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower
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| You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard
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| You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward
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| That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power
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| This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with
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| The blind motherfucker in the village, Bryce Howard
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| My brain only function proper in the night hours
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| You might own a fucking label but the mic ours
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| My shit hi-tech, lord, like a plastic bomb
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| An asshole, I punch people with glasses on
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| Anybody disagreeable we mashing on
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| I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand
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| An encore is the only thing that you clapping on
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| I’m a pitbull, pussy, you a papillon
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| A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom
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| I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya
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| It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill
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| Drink 40's, smoke L’s, push the white and krill
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| I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will
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| I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fighting Phils
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| I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills
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| From the city the most fearless of fighters was filmed
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| The city where we have the most street veterans still
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| The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build
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| I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes
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| I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue
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| You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come
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| I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun
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| I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns
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| I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts
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| I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums
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| I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya
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| Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper
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| Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter
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| Anything can move god if you sell it proper
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| And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter
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| This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters
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| My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor
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| Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers
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| I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas
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| But I’m raw with the right hand
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| Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man
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| Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span
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| Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands
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| I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan
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| I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand
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| So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man
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| I bury you with the snitches under the white sand
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya
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| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger
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| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger»
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| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya
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| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |