| This world’s gone, 86'd for the ape shit
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| Eight clips full of hatred
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| Then they reload in our face quick
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| Just choo-pow on the day shift
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| In the night shift, we don’t take shit
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| Boom-bappin' in the basement
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| Mr. Blue Sky with a face lift
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| Mr. Nice Guy, «Hi Greg"shit
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| I was online, some snide blog
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| Dick riding on tight bars
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| Lil' Pill Bill, Lil' Nightguard
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| Lil' No Rhymes, Lil' Light Fraud
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| No lines, no tight charm
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| No longev', no lifelong
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| I can sketch out any new Lil'
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| He got face tats, chewing Tide Pods
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| Wait, got off track
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| Eating dumb shit, now get off that
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| They don’t give a fuck about any of us
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| So why the fuck should I be on combat?
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| Rest in peace to Big Combat
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| If you don’t know jack, lose contact
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| This world’s cold on the contract
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| Don’t sign shit, you don’t want that, no
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| It goes down, watch me accelerate
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| Now watch me go and watch me levitate
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| Those fools could never seem to get it straight
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| And it makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| Everybody know what you gon' say
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| Soon as you pick that mic up
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| But then the radio put you on play
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| Repetition, you spike up
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| You had never been that nice, bruh
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| No rhythm make a real wanna fight ya
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| I really don’t like when the bum is livin'
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| The one to listen, it’s unforgiving to like ya
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| But somebody do and that’s cool
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| I don’t wanna chew on that food
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| You one happy crew now you dumb
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| But you, relax dude
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| 'Cause you can wake up, it ain’t no connection
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| The Ruger blaze up and take open lesson
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| Ain’t no protection, gang so depressin'
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| Aim for the fame, now your brain holds the lesson
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| That’s right, that’s where the gangsta killers gonna designate
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| For Heaven’s sake, never gonna shake away all that lead intake
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| Now you’re heading straight to the community where they wed in hate
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| Dead-end late, your dreaded fate, .357 case
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| Now the cranium has to detonate
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| It goes down, watch me accelerate
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| Now watch me go and watch me levitate
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| Those fools could never seem to get it straight
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| And it makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| Drop the charges, set the timer
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| Race the clock, I’m the death defier
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| Snitch and tell, never sitting well
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| It’s a test of fire for the testifier
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| Inhale the smoke, it gets me higher
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| Put a bullet hole in your breath supplier
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| I contemplate your constant state of constipation
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| Non-debate, forget the fiber, woah
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| Now I’m making moves
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| I don’t write the rules, I just slight the few
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| You got a right to choose despite the news
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| If you don’t like the food, then don’t bite and chew
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| I’m certified, deep in the fight
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| Reaching the heights you aspire to
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| I murder mics now I’m serving like
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| You gotta earn a stripe just to wipe the shoe
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| My nerves are numb, I’ll burst your lung
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| It’s the vibe that made me feel kinda crazy
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| Not burning time searching for funds
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| Works never done 'til they try’na pay me
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| Like I’m the baby, not the mama
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| I wanna see you bust down Thotiana
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| Pop the llama, don’t stop the drama
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| 'Til we charge the fucking cop that shot Brianna
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| No peace
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| It goes down, watch me accelerate
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| Now watch me go and watch me levitate
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| Those fools could never seem to get it straight
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| And it makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate
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| It makes me wanna detonate |