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They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste |
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So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place |
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Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great |
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I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes |
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Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate |
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I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes |
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You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl |
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On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw |
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Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious |
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I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period |
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Period, I ain't gotta write no more |
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But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more |
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Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques? |
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So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest? |
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You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men |
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If Obama don't get the spot, it's probably not for him |
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Enough black men do good to only get shot |
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That's why I'm good in the hood, I don't need to get the props |
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I only need to get these thoughts off my brain |
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Chopped let Juju Mob in the game |
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Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead |
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Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon |
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When the sick person is talking, I murder the market |
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I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets |
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If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers |
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I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses |
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Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs |
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My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas |
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If I'm unlucky to **** |
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I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves |
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Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me |
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I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC |
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**** you if you think this shit is improper |
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While I'm lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they're hustlers |
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I'll show and prove, never do it for paper |
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maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er |
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The mob remains, we was just in the shadows |
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King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs |
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Cousins of killers, fathers of felons |
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Don't like no weed around us, we'll abolish your section |
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Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp |
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Real talk, yeah since the status was cult |
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Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault |
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Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt |
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Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch |
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Pass out passing the pork, I'll splatter your thoughts |
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West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught |
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Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch |
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Watching the news with his back to the room |
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I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb |
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Now they selling the same shit, pop's style on the same strip |
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Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick |
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Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead |
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Without a microphone I make you ****ing bang your head |
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My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax |
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Gattsburg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first |
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Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one |
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One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone |
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You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine |
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Won't have to rhyme, nigga we'll settle this by blasting nines |