| Shades triple black dark enough that they’d eclipse the sun
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| Got so many styles find it hard for me to stick to one
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| Competition murda dem with one flick of this wicked tongue
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| Once you hear that rapid fire
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| Now you know this shits begun
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| In a strange land band with a mainland tan don’t be acting like ya never did
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| see me
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| I’m a take that stand and debate that fan telling me how all the living is easy
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| What the fuck you thinking I’m from the handle pan
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| Where you may come for peace and leave the beach as half a man
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| But it ain’t just Florida see it poppin up in all the land
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| Some kind of new world order I been looking for a God to damn
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| I’ve worked for years at this made a million appearances got clearances all just
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| To hear that girl say that’s my fucking jam
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| And here I am the fracking son of Sam
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| Spit razorblades that’s made of haze and taped to rubber bands
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| Now Where the
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| Fuck I am I’m yet to discover and
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| If I’m coming down tonight I’ll just drop me another gram
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| They broke me down
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| So I adopted me a rougher plan
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| Get rid of all those who been tripping our toes in a minute fold up them hands
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| Live vibes light it up
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| Amongst a sea of lies
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| Wake on the other side flying through them neon skies
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| This is that super ultrasonic phenom
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| Pitcher full of jack picture that with the beat on
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| Snake and bat on the map challenge that be gone
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| Fuck with us we high enough to skydive beyond
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| She said she digs the neon lights
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| She wants to know what we on
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| Black shades neon skies
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| Black shades neon skies
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| Black shades neon skies
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| Black shades neon skies
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| Black shades neon skies
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| Gimme that Jack d and a little cigarette full of something nexus
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| I’m strange music mosh in pits and bouncers blocking exits
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| Before we signed the deal we flew to the Kansas city section
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| Where Tech and Trav confessed the fact our rosters lookin' reckless
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| To which I did agree and ordered us a fifth for three
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| Bartender morse code tatted that looks sick to me
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| I used to battle rap some years ago and matter fact I’m glad that that had
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| critics unsuspecting what This kid could be
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| And here I am the fucking sick emcee
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| Brit kid to the prick it seems and something slick this chick agrees
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| I’m in Miami where we all breathe at a different speed I’ve heard of last call
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| but it never did exist to me
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| Pour another shot eyes dilated
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| I batter beef in bars and leave em feeling violated
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| I asked her how she feeling now she says she alive
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| Us Skeptics even finding life inside them neon skies
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| This is that super ultrasonic phenom
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| Pitcher full of jack picture that with the beat on
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| Snake and bat on the map challenge that be gone
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| Fuck with us we high enough to skydive beyond
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| She said she digs the neon lights
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| She wants to know what we on
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| Black shades neon skies |