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(feat. Cannibal Ox) |
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[Vordul] |
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Everyday caught in the whirlwinds |
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Back in the studio, Belief just earled in |
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Still trying to get my pen on |
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Write scripts and light splifs |
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Until we high as light bills |
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Watching for those that might switch |
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To the dark, we over here remaining righteous |
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Though we spark the soul purpose to spit |
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And hype kids |
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Make them want to hold open their eye lids |
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Dangers and missed origins from way back since |
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The presence of Genesis and Osirus |
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Life is such a stress |
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But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix |
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[Jean Grae] |
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Over a thousand miles of public housing |
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Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in |
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Coconut scented lotion |
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Wish I was there the story rare enough to merit an endangered species |
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Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path |
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Tighter than some virgin pussy |
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Don't ever push me |
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I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun |
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And some are hanging crooked |
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I never look down, I look to the sky |
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And envision the place that everybody go when they die |
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They say that bright lights and angels some and get you |
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If that's the truth than I expect the black night blocking the sun I got issues |
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Another day with myself |
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Another day without wealth |
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There's gotta be anther way I need help |
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And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic |
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Hoping one will hit its target |
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Take another sip of hypnotic |
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And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes |
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Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me |
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[Vast Aire] |
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You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span |
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And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland |
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I got rap just as fat as my waist band |
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You got a rap that belongs in a waste can |
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Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman |
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Cuz when we fight we swing them blades |
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And when we rap we swing them blades |
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And then we slide on them like the escapades |
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I knew the ending of this book since the first page |
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Rap sucks but we still get paid |
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We smoke trees at the highest grades |
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I spit a line that'll fix your fades |
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So don't go there, you cannot hold Aire |
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Look at them, reaching and shit |
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If you touch my jersey I'll bust your lip |
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Open your face then break your hip |