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[Verse 1 - Godemis:] |
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Paint my face now you're hearin' a clown right? |
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The flow's Tyson, livin' fear in the sound bite |
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What the ***** y'all want, with a ***** with no marbles |
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Put hearts in a jar then swallow the whole jarful |
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Blind marksman in a ghillie suit, let off |
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With a grunt, while I murder in mini troops |
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They're miniature, many troops in need of a medic, they better rap gauze |
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I'm a heretic and never pray to a rap god |
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I fling blood on a door, whisper prayers in reverse |
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Cast curse sling blood on a whore |
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Slap the ***** out the Deacon, he's reachin' for that book |
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Set the pages to flames, your lord is a lame, look |
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I'ma invert the crucifix, feast on a virgin |
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Work the word thin, use Rittz for toothpicks |
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My Strange family crew's loose knit |
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The radio don't even give us no play and we don't give two ******ts |
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Jason Deevil, define his rhymin' illegal |
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While he's takin' warning shots out the eye of an iron eagle |
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Wavy, I battle goons, you mad at whom, you outta tune |
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But I ain't worried, they versed me inside a padded room |
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[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:] |
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My vibe hummin' it come from inside a dyin' sun |
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Added to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sum |
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Livin' by the sword, my strict diet is by the gun |
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Claimin' they not ****** but wet as ****** comes |
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Feelin' fresh off the bus, big trees on my brain |
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Run up in the spot, eyes freeze on my frame |
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They lookin' I ain't tryin' to duck |
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See what the club cookin' up |
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Bad ******, heaven sent, hellbent on hookin' up |
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In the back of the venue, she puttin' pressure on me |
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No matter how much she push, it's never gon be |
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I swear this lifestyle was never for me |
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I swear to the god of war, I'll never tour free |
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Now I'm swimmin' in dirty women, let me backstroke |
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I could leave it to beaver, be the Eddie Haskell |
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Damn, now I'm comin' off like a petty asshole |
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But it's better than buyin' beers for Betty Bashful |
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Hah, What I'm tryin' to see is some steady cash flow |
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Rain down parade style, confetti the flag flowin' |
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I'm on a float flyin', with **** sinus |
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Sniffin' out the lames, I came with co-signage |
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Flame, don't buy in the game, Kobe Bryant |
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If they don't know why, they can blame the flow |
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I ain't afraid to show, ******nin' my chain |
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Frankly a fraction of what you find in my brain |
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Lie entertained, eye on the game |
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Watchin' my environment change |
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[Verse 3 - Godemis and Ubiquitous:] |
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Where many have passed on, only I've remained |
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Livewire the game, prolly kick a hole in ya brain |
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If we spinnin' out of control, ya know I'm rollin' a plane |
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Ces so entertain(ing), Never sick with the Gan(grene) |
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Think it could be so wonderful, run with the A-(team) |
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I bet you sweatin' bullets from under the ray(beam) |
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Cause my ****** and my pistol do sorta the same (thing) |
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You full of faith, fearful of ******t that you ain't seen |
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Fans are reppin' Ces from here in the middi to Beijing |
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Is the sandman comin' to give me a daydream? |
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Puttin' y'all under the dirt and we gettin' away clean |
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I'm stickin' cool with karma, and bear the weight like I'm movin' in water |
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Illuminati's an illusion now use a comma |
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Show me a rap god, Tutankhamun is too uncommon |
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Pompeii when I'm bustin, I'm spewin' lava |
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And you ain't gotta ask why it works, or backslide your words |
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All you gotta know is we both back, dyin' of thirst |
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Every session is blessed, I'm baptisin' the verse |
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You better hold ya breath when you pass by the church |
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Uh, I put my people on Jack Ryan alert |
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Please pacify the perp in the back buyin' the ******rt |
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Our core fans bumpin' this track ridin' to work |
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Mature fans classy as yours, we goin worldwide |
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Really we only came for packin' the floor mamps |
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That girl fly but she's mackin' the doorman |
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After the show it's back to the tour van |
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Pack Packed full of clothes, I'm back on the road |
