| My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk
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| It’s blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness
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| Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous
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| I murder devils and any of their accomplices
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| My brain function on other levels of consciousness
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| My brain function on other levels of pompousness
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| You’re listening to the bass and treble of godlessness
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| My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous
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| My esophogus breathes evil that just demolishes
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| Whether or not you’re a believer in the Apocalypse
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| Y’all shit is sweeter than two faggots that’s locking lips
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| It ain’t a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness
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| It ain’t nobody that’s equal to my accomplishments
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| The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes
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| The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits
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| It’s hard to catch me, I’m Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
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| Music is motivation for me to just go insane
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| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
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| And I’m trapped but I escaped it
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| By trapping in that trap for that paper
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| Music is motivation for me to just go insane
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| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
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| And I’m trapped but I escaped it
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| By trapping in that trap for that paper
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| Y’all know the flow is precise
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| You don’t owe me your life
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| But that could change one roll of the dice
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| And then money try to go for his knife
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| I’m a levitate his body to the sky until he’s homies with Christ
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| Don’t even fuck around, son is a goon
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| Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed
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| I breathe life into the sun and the moon
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| I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb
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| Y’all don’t know y’all getting stalked in the shower
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| Populism is rebellion over corporate power
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| Politics is just the talk of the hour
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| It’s a matter of time before they hit another office or tower
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| I don’t care, I put the gun to your ribs
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| And the Desert E big, it’ll separate mothers from kids
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| I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge
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| Been around the world eighty times, nobody can fuck with the kid
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| Yeah
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| Music is motivation for me to just go insane
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| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
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| And I’m trapped but I escaped it
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| By trapping in that trap for that paper
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| Music is motivation for me to just go insane
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| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
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| And I’m trapped but I escaped it
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| By trapping in that trap for that paper |