| Stranded on this island
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| Myself needing solid ground
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| Let the match spark the flame like a pilot
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| See me on the side and little Z better holla
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| Always pop my collar, roll like a rottweiler
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| Diesel when we flex this, slide in my Lexus
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| Amp Live always represent Texas
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| I’ma get it hotter than a dance hall chatta
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| Flex like it’s oral sex, vexed as your
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| Why you gettin' jeal', baby
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| I keep it solar, melt down your polar
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| You’re just a little baby cub, I’m a sonar
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| I’ve been doin it and doin it well
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| But you probably couldn’t tell cause I’m short on my mail
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| Make or break since double 8, makin' it sell
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| But they told me at the label but I rebel
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| I’m like Nat Turner carrying two black burners
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| My rap stacks attack like axe murders
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| And push further to the point, no return
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| Zion I burn like a big stick of sherm
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| Is you with this? |
| (what?) You know the drill
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| It’s Zion I, massive on the real
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| Did you like that? |
| (one) We gotta be (two)
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| We end on a (three) then we rock for you…
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| Is you with this?
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| Come on little mama, is you with this?
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| Come on little mama, is you with this?
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| Come on little mama, yeah…
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| I’m like the cat working corporate that never got a raise
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| Who slaved in Hell a thousand days, underpaid
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| Went to school to be a scholar now I’m miseducated
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| Fuck what you know if you still can’t make it
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| Seen a sister shake or break it to pay them monthly bills
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| Tuition, rent, survival skills it’s for real
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| But I’m stuck in this limbo, I speak to my kinfolk
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| Relate to the style cause you understand, you been broke
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| Seen a lot of sufferin, seen a lot of woes
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| But where I finally go only mighty Jah knows
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| So I, spit my lines making minds hypnotize
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| I hope the gates of Heaven open wide when I die
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| While you clamor with glamour I’ll be stammering grammar
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| You like Arm & Hammer, I’m the funk Alabama
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| To bounce with the clout bringing large amounts
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| Trust me, keep it dusty, turn shit out |