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Within my intricate weave of brain cells |
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I withhold the main spell |
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To cast upon you demons plottin' |
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And schemin', dreamin' about |
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Things that will never occur |
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In this dimension, far beyond your wildest imagination |
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The illustration's suspended animation |
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I put you on pause 'cause you're too busy |
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Bendin' rules, while I'm breakin' laws of gravity |
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Don't give a damn if you're mad at me |
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Fillin' jaws with cavities |
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If you're still breathin' you should be glad to be alive |
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Some don't survive or live to see the next day |
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You can't reset and ain't no freebie in the game that you play |
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You slither skillfully and willfully all over my trust |
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Then it's a must that you bite the dust |
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You might have to get bust |
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Or persecuted, executed, lyrically degraded |
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Mentally decapitated, makin' sure you never made it |
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'Cause I'm fed up with you're mission |
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Stupid niggas never listen, talkin' 'bout they're never dissin' |
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On their own people they're pissin' |
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The hissin's at a tone undetectable by ears |
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The advantage is his own if you have neglectable fears |
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Slidin' through cracks and crevices, no matter how tight |
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Show fright and prey gets swallowed up in one bite |
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Venom, freestyle's third and last verse of the song |
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Word, all jokes aside, this matter can be complicated |
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You could fail in unveilin' the ones who perpetrate, kid |
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Their cloak and dagger hides their desire to use the next kin |
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It's hereditary and necessary to shed skin |
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It tends to burn when you're touched by the Holy Spirit |
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Presented with the word of god and you don't wanna hear it |
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You can't be near it, you fear it, it always foils your plans |
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You deal with greed and always feedin' of the blood of man |
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It's all a hoax, you try to coax when you're up in my center |
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You enter but the temptor's not my mentor |
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It's my belief within the chemistry, I preach my ministry |
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Got my seal of authenticity, that's why you're always dissin' me |
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Interference with signal's the thing I always try to prevent |
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Slippery serpents, you need to repent and ain't no reptile |
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With fangs long enough to take my shit |
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From time to time I pray and stay away from deep snake pits |