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[Intro - Ab-Soul:] |
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All my life |
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All my life |
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[Bridge - Ab-Soul:] |
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I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight |
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I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick |
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I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was ill |
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I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was I'll be here |
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[Verse - Ab-Soul:] |
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Everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare |
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Cross me like the gold you wear |
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Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air |
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So much smoke that I'm comatose, but I still want mo' |
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TDE generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul |
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God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing |
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Can I proceed? Collect all of my proceeds |
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Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb |
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After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul) |
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Yeah, and I just might be in your hood |
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Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good |
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Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood |
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I'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club |
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All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major |
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I don't even write rhymes, I really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the |
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Game yall praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me |
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I just kept it real with yall, keeping it real with me |
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[Hook - Ab-Soul and JMSN:] |
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Cause I ain't got no fear, under the a****osphere |
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Trying to stay high, as long as we down here |
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Listen closely, see what we bout here |
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Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears |
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Cause we really out here! (We really out here!) |
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We really out here! (We really out here!) |
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We really out here! |
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(We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!) |
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[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:] |
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Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again |
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******* the same hoes again, bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again |
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No, I want the world chico and everything in it |
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Every beverage with Codeine in it |
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How the ******* you say I sold my spirit? |
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I'm still taking blows at the Senate |
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Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate |
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Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah, Yahweh |
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Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist |
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*******ss still respect my gangster, celestials respect my space |
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And I just might be in your hood |
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Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good |
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Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's over stud |
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I was overlooked, I went overboard now I'm overbooked |
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Ab-Soul-Lute just, my life is like an open book |
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Read between the lines ******* |
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I did this *******t legally blind ******* |
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Yeah, Soulo ho, Carson arson with Del Amo (Knock Knock!) |
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Tell your folks I said hello, I ain't never scared |
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[Hook - Ab-Soul and JMSN] |
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[Bridge - Ab-Soul] |
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[Break - Ab-Soul (Interview):] |
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These days, at this point in my life, I kinda really wanna use music to help people get through their days instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going. Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know, try to find your own personal message in that incident, that experience and try to move forward |
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[Battle Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:] |
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Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me? |
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Before we start, lemme just say this, lemme just say this |
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I'm dating you Day |
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Wait, wait, pause |
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No gay *******t |
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What's the difference between a date and a day anyway Day? |
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A date is a day that's marked |
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I'm smart, and just cause I know you love 'em so much |
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I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day |
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I'm expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds |
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My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead |
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Is he ****? No |
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Who gave Day the base, ball is what we do best |
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Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day |
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The baseball is what we do best |
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Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French |
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I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life |
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I will never see the light of day again |
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Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green |
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I gotta eat on the go Day |
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I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way |
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Don't go a long way, what? |
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A ho in Chipotle, no |
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This is food for thought, from a dog on top |
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We been nuts |
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There was a fool who thought we was new to this |
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But who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus |
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That's light in a box |
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And that's light, that's light |
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But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right |
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That's what y'all call street? |
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No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip |
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Seems he forgot what the C meant |
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It's your dumbass fault that last part was so concrete |
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But I guess you'd have to be Ken to get that bar b, pardon me |
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I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs |
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In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your thoughts before raw backwards |
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And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down |
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Now, as for the crew |
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Well, uhh, the villain been itchin' to skin a dog |
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And this ******* bought, what, a hundred and three dalmatians? |
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It's safe to say your mob of dots won't make it |
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And I'm a fan first |
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But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn |
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You deserve this disservice |
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I put this man in ERs if he don't got no manners, man word |
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I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid |
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I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do |
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So all them antics and funny *******t you do for the cameras don't get aired here |
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They can't see you |
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Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do |
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And you don't appear to be a peer to me, forreal |
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You should kneel to me or somethin' |
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******* it, to keep it 100 |
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You're nil to me, that's nothing |
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Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right? |
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That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight |
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So your chances of standin' |
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Much smaller than my plan to defeat you |
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Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son? |
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Shed some light on Day? |
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'Til he's cropped out |
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No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you |
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The sequel, this movie, won't need to be continued |
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You finally encountered somethin' you can't counter, coward |
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You're counterfeit |
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You ain't gotta be in a Walgreen's pharmacy |
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To see quill drug over the counter |
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After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of the womb |
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After you were born, I'm sure you wore Fruit of the Loom |
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Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip? |
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Or just another fruit in this room? |
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It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me to assume |
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I should be against the law to run into |
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Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true |
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Today is the day I split Day in two |
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What the ******* has battle rap turned Day into? |
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Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Ba****an, Spawn, or Davon? |
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Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a **** song? |
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If so, you were wrong |
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Hold on, I got one more, and don't lie to me |
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Do you really have a Ba****obile outside, my G? |
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Don't be so transparent, this *******'s light - through |
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If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you |
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If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through |
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So I should smack this trans' parents for lettin' light through |
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Like, he nerve of this cat |
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Lyin' with a motionless emotion |
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This ******* Day all ******* |
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Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt |
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Do Quill got skill at all, homie? |
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It was some Braveheart *******t, all I heard was Nas, homie |
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Did you really expect to last, Day? |
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You know Revelations say that we livin' in the last days |
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I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy but did you get to that page? |
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You got Gats? |
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You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon? |
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Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day |
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If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time to see |
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Just how many people would say "Yes" to Day |
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Nobody, fam, nobody, fam |
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That's why I'm ahead to day |
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No, no body fam, that's why I'm a head today |
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No, nobody fam, that's why I'm ahead of Day |
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Somebody check the clock, I think I'm ahead a day |
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Send him to the choppin' block, off with the head of Day |
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It's only right I be blunt to Lyt |
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I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt |
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I see I should have used the lighter instead |
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Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple |
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We need the fire instead |
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When I think of daylight, I think of *******t like |
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Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin' |
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See where I'm goin'? |
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That means you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'' |
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When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it |
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But you know what? |
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(Hold on, hold on, let me get you right, we have this *******t) |
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Take this 500 before you clap this *******t up |
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Say this, let me say this, let me just say this |
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These fla*******n' lights got Lyt fla*******n', *******, for the glory |
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You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories |
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You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin' all lanes |
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All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that's on everything |
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Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, Blessed king |
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Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse |
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You know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst |
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Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried To let it *******ne |
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And I hate that we have to |
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Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried |
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To let it *******ne |
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But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt |
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You get it, Lyt? |
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That's how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night |
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(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right |
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You got that for me?) |
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Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks |
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[Battle Verse 2 - Daylyt:] |
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Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold? |
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It don't matter, The Matrix's old |
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I double cats, I ask 'em if they seen the glitch |
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No, no, no |
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Face it, I got it covered |
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Prevail, they say the sail was a thread to Hell |
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The gravitational stitch cause some *******s seem down |
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They come up with this perfectly clean round |
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But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear |
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Of the pen, I'ma prove you ******* within |
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But I guess it's up to you to risk your career |
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I retire *******s, I'm the [?], I could OD too |
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And even the odds some |
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He thought he could least get a baby victory |
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But all he got was "Nah, son" |
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Check this out, he not ready |
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Either you fight back or I ether you |
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Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable |
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Soon as I took a peek at you, you looked shocked |
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Peep at you, put everything at stake |
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Well done, this is beef, right? |
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Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meatsliced |
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I'm from the third, I gotta try you |
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Guy you play Ryu, lose a Ken in street fight |
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[?] |
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You still couldn't see Lyt |
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Division, I got it covered, I'm so eye lit |
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Pilot, fly, I be the goblin |
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We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cataract cause I be the problem |
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But it's useless, use less filler |
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Excuse this, excuses, but, but, but |
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These asscheek *******s dead |
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You said you would fry Day previously |
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But that's what the last week ******* said |
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But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause a dog crazy |
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Get down, we turn *******s vegetable if they don't let us up |
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He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, ******* you better duck |
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But I tell them tails we never tuck |
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We gon' line that ass up |
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I from the Watts block for decision |
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My profession is stompin' *******s the ******* out |
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We played hopscotch for a livin' |
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But that's def, that's just plain old def |
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It's funny how we're all in here but bro don't listen |
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Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo |
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This a Soulo [?], hold up |
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Is it because he 'bout to get smoked? |
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Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo |
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No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission |
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The deal closed, SoHo is it |
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Thought you could ******* with Me Gal? I gotta Cotto split him |
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Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "******* Dorothy dog" |
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I'm toto dissin' |
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But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell |
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As I release bars, they better bail |
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Objects that I process is parallel |
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Let's get this aligned |
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Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it's cold |
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Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil |
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Cause you look like you need medical attention, don't mind me |
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See where mind be is a mine, explosive |
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Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably |
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Y'all see I got the drop on everybody |
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That's why I reign superior |
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Whether you like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate |
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These blister *******s still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember |
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You did say you would fry Day |
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But you don't realize you're on the weak end to the streets |
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Preacher for they peeps, you asshole |
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You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat |
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I tell 'em I got the foreign |
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Cut the sheep, it's all for the woolish |
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Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish |
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Actin', it's Tinactin, it's all for the footage |
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I'm ****, I'm practical, crack to you |
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I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew |
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You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do |
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But you got the roots stirred up |
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Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is stormchasin' |
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Based on whether you got the drive |
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Win rounds, destroy their whole city |
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Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize |
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I still got a break, brother |
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When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson |
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Take cover |
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That's Lyt work, Soul |
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Cut your lights switch, see how the Lyt works, Soul |
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I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul |
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Somebody get this ******* help |
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I mean, like, Soul, assist him |
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Get him help, I'm sendin' this ******* out the Solar System |
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I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister |
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(That's enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man |
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Should I finish him off? |
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Use the mask, Day |
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I ain't done) |
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And I told you once, I gotta give 'em the quill |
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And I gotta give 'em the skill |
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I be on the tip like I tried to give 'em the bill |
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New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give 'em the Phil |
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For Watts, starvin', gotta get us a meal |
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Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real |
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You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill |
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Cold, rack up the heat but I'm tired of *******s that grill |
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Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest |
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Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest |
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Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens |
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Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for? |
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44 shoot, they screamin', "Who's that guy?" |
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Jesus, his face, they screamin', "Who's that god?" |
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We be on the top, careers gettin' too high |
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They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy |
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That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly |
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Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly |
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They askin, "Who I?" in front of that triangle black |
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That's that guy that come with the side kangol hat |
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We take it back from slangin' packs to the stars mission |
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Older now, I'm in the Rover but it's not a Mars mission |
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Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin' |
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******* wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson |
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I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin' |
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They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin' |
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But you got it, you got it bad |
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2Pac, [?] |
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Two watches, that's pocket change |
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Dude coppin' that clock exchange |
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Credit good, I'ma pull the card out |
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Better be hyesterectomy, show 'em how to ball out |
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Cough, they can show that they're stomach so they fall out |
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Whip, double roof, dog barkin' in the dog house |
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And I gotta give 'em the Lyt |
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My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight |
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Ain't no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic |
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Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life |
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Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price |
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Wow, that's a million |
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I'm done |
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[Outro:] |
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Ces jours-ci, je suis très concentré |