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[Verse 1 - Godemis:] |
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I make music for a living, so every day is the weekend |
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The plate ain’t tucked away until everybody is leaking |
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I’ve had it up to heaven with father ******s critiquing |
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My suggestion is you stuff a ****** in it, the Deevil’s speaking |
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Right up under the knife, I’m a villain still in the cut |
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Feeding on hate, I patiently wait and swill up a cup |
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Wavy, wondering what in the ******* is the motive for it |
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The Deevil said I should kill him, then Godemis said ignore it |
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Emo with it, I’m morbid, my ism is out of orbit |
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They bite off what they can chew from you, funny how you ain’t Norbit |
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Arsenal is assorted with plenty curses and disses |
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Plus we don’t discriminate, murking any mister or missus |
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Appetite for destruction, cause if the recipe misses |
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We feeding on every scrap and don’t bother to bus the dishes |
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This is what some wishes are made of and it’s kind of silly |
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They going hammer, can’t touch me, but pray to god they can feel me |
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[Hook – Ubiquitous:] |
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Really, it’s all fly in the phlegm |
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These guys are ready for whatever’s headed my way |
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Ends change, friends change every five days |
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Identify snake venom, into my space************p |
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Giving them five minutes, why wait? |
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Holding the moment, that’s gone |
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Develop your density, need some backbone |
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boy, he wi************ng that he were back home |
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Charlie can’t go back, when the ************t go black |
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I’m bringing disco back |
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[Verse 2 – Ubiquitous:] |
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From skid row |
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Out of agony central |
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You’re grabbing at my microphone, I’m snapping your wrist bone |
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Anatomy split through em, like Wladimir Klitschko |
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You’re pissed that I’m rapping fast, but I’m happy to spit slow |
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Cause everything goes fast, now watch as it goes past |
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I’m tossing these bread crumbs, feel lost with a road map |
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Perusing our catalog, and shopping for vocab |
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They copy our flow, I give the gift of forgiveness |
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I thought you should know that, but business is business |
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Want to know how we did it? better get to jotting on notepads |
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And read you a book, buddy, sharpen your brain |
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But now it’s smarter to play dumb, part of the game |
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Acquire target and aim, it ain’t hard to be famous |
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I’m marking my anguish but now it’s starting to change us |
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So pardon my language, but ******* how you feel |
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You ************ ass mother******, you’s a sucker for real |
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It ain’t nothing that gets you hot |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3 – Godemis:] |
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You’re talking that fly ************t, get ready for lift off |
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The rules don’t apply ************, I’m ripping your lips off |
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************ in a dog fight, irony at it's best |
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It's good you a dumb *******, see this is a crabs test |
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Y’all average at best, you got to start someplace |
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Tell me how the ******* the blood from under your tongue taste |
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Pursue and let one chase, lock and I scare fakes |
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Then bust a 180, that’s on behalf of my air brakes |
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[Verse 4 – Ubiquitous:] |
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The radio for your squad, we’re taking over the sky |
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Clear out the way, land now or say it’s over, goodbye |
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Cross your heart and hope to die, make a wish to the rap lord |
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It’s a wonderful life, maybe you’ll get what you ask for |
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That’s yours |
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Readily hitting the fast forward, my slow flow |
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Bang! Thoughts hitting the dashboard |
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Tricked out of life, pick your dog fight Mr. McFly |
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Call em a chicken and they’re quick to reply |
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The hand’s quicker than the eye |