| From the bottom, now I’m 'bout to disappear into the cosmos
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| Solar eclipse now, if you fear it keep ya eyes closed
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| Where I’m headed? |
| My nigga man only God knows
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| And fuck followers, nigga I need apostles
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| Lawdamercy Jesus Christ, he just write
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| A Nas flow, seem just right on my God flow
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| Yeezus mic, it’s the new rap generation
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| It’s fuckin' rape how I penetrate
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| Break into a game that’s as tough as heaven
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| From hero to zero you get no love like Kevin
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| I feel the heat in my calves boy I’m takin' off
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| 'Bout to make it, Lord help 'em they know not what they hatin' for
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| Yea
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| A long way from that church choir
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| I know you feel that Holy Ghost when the verse fire
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| You can choke up on the smoke as I burn by ya
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| I’m a king call me sir sire
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| They say my verses amaze, come and find me nigga
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| The way I spit it you swear that a nigga writing scriptures
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| I see some haters but fuck it I know they’ll like me nigga
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| The only 90s nigga not stuck in the 90s nigga
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| Give a room full of doubters, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
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| Nigga flow electric, what I spit can shock a crowd
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| Blast my music in they ears, that’s the cost of doubt
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| Kill a verse, make 'em hear death like a coffin sound
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| Yea, above they head like I walk on clouds
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| Above they head I can talk to God
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| I’m way up, I believe I can fly
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| Better not piss me off while my cock is out
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| I’m R. Kellin' these bitches my bars better and bigger
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| It’s 'bout time I start tellin' these niggas
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| I from Montreal all y’all better remember
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| I’m like the dark Pete park dawg venomous spitta
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| You fuck me over, kill you later like it’s plan B… pill
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| I’m of a different fuckin' damn breed… real
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| Separate cloth holy family
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| Malaysia Airline, a plane that niggas can’t see… chill
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| From a far dimension, let the stars convince 'em
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| To hear my wealth it only cost attention
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| Nah fuck it 50 racks boy these bars expensive
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| If I hear a single word I take a large percentage
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| I can’t even see my competition
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| I just look up at the sky say a prayer, nigga God is witness
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| Lord forgive him
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| Enjoy my fruits of labour but they all forbidden
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| If snakes bite, let the knowledge kill 'em
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| Let the knowledge kill 'em dawg
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| I ain’t done
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| I’m just waitin' for that boom boom bap and boom doods back
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| It’s that new school cat kickin' cool smooth raps
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| I might do a few laps 'fo I run the game
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| Might just peep the scene 'fo I come to stay
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| Might just penalize, make a power play
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| And fuckin' kill the king, throw the crown away
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| Cause leaders emerge in chaos, scheming I’m tryna play ball
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| Bleeding, I’m workin' way hard
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| Seem like it’s bout to pay off
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| Ah it’s 'bout to pay off, ah I’m 'bout to take off
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| Likes strippers should I say pause?
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| Yea Imma say pause my nigga
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| I’m 'bout to rip they face off for thinkin' they can face off with lysick
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| Yea, yo
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| I ain’t even tryin', this my day off b
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| I still fuckin' break y’all teeth and c’est la vie nigga
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| Fuckin c’est la vie |