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(Chill with that ill behavior) - |
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KRS sample |
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Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb |
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Fronted by the |
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Hail Mary parry lunge mixer |
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Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler |
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Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture |
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I branch out, arms flailing backwards wailin upon a tidy sound circuit slightly foul |
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Gershwin with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace |
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I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler |
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Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn |
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Rip Van in the poppy fields of |
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N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet |
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Now I'm thinkin who am |
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I Jabberwocky |
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Superfly bent left |
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Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what) |
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I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golde veins |
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Until the day |
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I die from grimace overload |
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It's shock (it's shock) treatment offered by the weekend dystopian getaway, let's display the sequence it goes: |
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One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless |
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And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet) |
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I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure |
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And charge cats for labeling me shepherd "That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin, I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons" |
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Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom |
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Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in |
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Carbon Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop |
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And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop |
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Kill em all, yield (naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother I just read and pulled the trigger) |
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Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers |
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There aint nothin broken, where you at? |
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The pistons pump perfect, where you at? |
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The bass tone is |
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Merlin, where you at? |
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This service is a urgent workin surgeons |
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Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack (Chorus 2x) |
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What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly) |
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What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly) |
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What are you saving, honestly? (damn) |
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Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize |
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What you holdin aint really broken? |
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I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend) |
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I don't march like |
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Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) |
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I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end) |
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And I don't comment if you formulate a weak |
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Zen. All I ever really wanted was a getaway |
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I'ma take a chance by letting the rook slide forward outta my hands |
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I can not agree to follow a leader along the borderline of war without a reason for the ready, aim, score |
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Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile and burn em with the novels for the kiddies to admire |
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Kill the ones that speak from a different life |
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Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment... |
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Okay, welcome to the |
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Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit |
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Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender |
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Oh yeah I'll let |
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God warm the bench for now but |
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I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy (and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me) |
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Yo, let the commoners speak publicly |
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Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil |
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But can't see past the loophole |
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Motherfucker, my word is born like |
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Siamese triplets |
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With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise (let em grow leisurely) |
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Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this path |
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Once my shpeel's perfected |
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I'ma save you a seat in the front row |
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Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar |
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And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud |
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I tack hacks to the (backboard) |
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Honesty's a (latchcord) |
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Fury's far from (obsolete) |
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Serenity's a (crack war)* |
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Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor |
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With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors |
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Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage |
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Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged |
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Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to sit and sulk about mister, and |
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I'll consider pickin up your record (Chorus 2x) |
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The Authors, they aint got nothin to save |
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The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save |
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Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save |
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The Addams |
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Family, they aint got nothin to save |
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Weightless, they aint got nothin to save |
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Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save |
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Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save |
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Aesop Rock, |
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I aint got nothin to save it's llike that ***- crack whore |
