| I spark an L to a sunset meditatin
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| Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason
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| Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly
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| I’m hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
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| Hammer head, dart allignment, work consignment
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| Keep your ears open for new assignments
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| Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats
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| Interchangeable
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| Mastermind, blaze in the range, it’s unexplainable
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| Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain
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| No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane
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| Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I’m reckless
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| Coressing the flame, addressing the strange
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| It’s Wu-Tang
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| Chorus:
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| Close your weary eyes and drift away, It’s alright
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| Close your weary eyes and drift away, It’s alright
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| When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick
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| Timin was fucked up, right around the time we’d all be rich
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| New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists
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| Cop a mansion on these other land where war’s parentless
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| Anyway, vision clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow
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| And a trio with Myalan' and Joe
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| I’m at your grave site, midnight ritual, candlelight
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| Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike
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| I’m having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi’s together
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| We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually
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| The thought of goin to penitentiary
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| Made his mom break down at the wake mentally
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| Right now its chilly and cloudy days
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| Now I’m chillin with Shaq in LA
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| I make sure D, make a sake in princeway
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| Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of V. A
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| Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away
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| Drift away.
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| Eh yo son your Jack ringin, «What up? |
| Who this?»
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| «Jakes just knocked your bitch», «Word, no shit»
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| Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped
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| Told her don’t talk in the Range with the bike rack
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| Jakes might be up on the whip
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| Oh she forgot to tuck the hero’n up under her tit
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| What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist?
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| I taught my chick Earth lessons, nah son she won’t snitch
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| Remember times I went to war and she brought extra clips
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| Jack sayin low cell, need to charge up the chip
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| Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick
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| I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets
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| Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie’s nest
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| Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden flesh
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| Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
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| Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
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| Before you blink, Napoleon, lock to your wife and tie her man
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| Executioner, poetic conspiracy of Lucifer
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| Beef come for real, there’s no tellin what I do to ya
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| Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter
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| Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters
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| Who smuggle coke in parachuters
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| Politic in silence like J Edgar Hoover
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| To leave to Switzerland, type maneuvers
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| Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran
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| Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my Timbs
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| Modern lights got your frame bent
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| Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member
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| Ask permission before you kill 'em, you’re nameless
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| UFO’s, domes, the strangest invasion
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| The project block locked by pavement
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| Nikki Barnes, Donna Her’on, courageous, the payment
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| Many attempts but couldn’t save 'im
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| Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats
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| Can’t hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this
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| Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence
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| My niggas deal embezzlement
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| D’s and IV’s, unlimited CC’s, roll up your long sleeves
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| We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate snatch penants
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| Label rap menace, real cats feel it, fuck with the merciless
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| Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills
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| Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA
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| Bustin twin nines, we global pollyin
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| World renowned, thunder pound round
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| Shells bounce off the Wally moccasins
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| Chessboxin with a marksman, high states crossin
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| Fuck the law man, it’s arson, straight up arson
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| What? |
| Flamin y’all niggas, fuck that |