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Weathermen, President is in the building |
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'Cause he came for my life, need to get in line |
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To suicide my [Incomprehensible] |
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Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt |
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And it's the voice yells out, "Enjoy your summer in hell" |
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Dead friends and family surround me where they found me |
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In the parent suicide, I had a bounty on my spirit |
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Higher than I ever been, overlookin' my wake |
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Wit closed caskets 'cause I had took off the face |
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'Cause I ain't never like nobody starin' at me |
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I'm feelin' sappy [Incomprehensible] was really happy |
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My crew standin' there wit shovels just grinning |
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When the sun drop and the cryin' stops, it's back to the livin' |
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'Cause I ain't really think I'd go out like Kurt, did you? |
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Beat Gi Gi Allen to the punch and do it at a venue |
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Hopped out the coffin like David Blain |
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I hit y'all wit a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame |
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You want a plug? Stick this underground shit so far up your ass |
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You stutter now, keep lookin' to cover |
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How the fuck did rap turn into big and pac karaoke? |
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Back in the 80's they did shit but kept it very lowkey |
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I know I'm speakin' to less than one percent of the public |
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But this is for the people, they copped movies and loved it |
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Y'all better hope I don't catch aids or the big C |
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'Cause the day they say I'm goin' is in the week y'all comin' wit me |
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From the smallest of riffs to the biggest of beefs |
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I'ma be the first rap serial killer in the streets |
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I'm caught somewhere between a thug and intelligence |
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I bug off a elephant, acid scratched off the elephant |
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Along with the rest of the insect nation |
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Standin' there wit bloody arms like its hallucination |
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This could be the last you'll ever know of I |
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'Cause my spirit and physical just can't coincide |
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Used to write patterns, now they right for theyselves |
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If you ain't into death, step back when I'm lightin up L's |
