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[Intro] |
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Cause I'm the king of everything else |
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[Verse 1] |
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It's been a long time I'm killing, but I'm still in this mess |
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Lives have been stained from the devil, my children are blessed |
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Stages rocked globally, all my likes have been scorched |
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Ya boy choc being quoted on corners like he's Christ on the cross |
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Crisp dollars in a gambler's hand, dice have been tossed |
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Dreams found but my life and my wife has been lost |
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Music packaged up with packages of smack, crack, and ecstasy pills |
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Wrapped in plastic, kids who next to me killed |
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Spoke the truth to the youth, it was truly seen |
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I went from B-tapes to street dreams to bein' seen on movie screens |
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You saw how it started, ain't watched me ever lose *****t |
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My words run around the planet with the revolution |
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A sinner on the sidewalk, product and narcotics |
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Every time that I talk, I got it |
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I'm psychotic with the pad 'n a pen |
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It's too good to kick the habit so I'm at it again |
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[Hook] |
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It's the devil back in the flesh, destroy everything |
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Pocket full of metal and a set of horns, that's all |
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He still rising with no skies, that's all |
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He walk around like he never left |
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Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
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Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
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Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
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So what does a man think in his head when he's king? |
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[Verse 2] |
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Yeah, ***** in bras and lit cigars |
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Twisted bars from a misfit that spits *****t hard |
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Sadistic fits while I twitch, it's a glitch I got |
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Is it a sickness or a tick |
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Curse or gift? Take ya pick |
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I bit the rotten apple, shackled to this vicious art |
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***** love, I suck blood from a *****'s heart |
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I shared a bomb with my listeners |
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Cause I was on a mission since my mixtapes |
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When I came to piss on the mainstream |
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White Man Is A Devil Volume one |
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Smoke dust, did 8 ***** and brawl for fun |
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Beat the system and the odds, put it all in one |
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Try to play me, DOA me but they all were done! |
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I got my city behind me, I got my team bigger |
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My operation'll blow you to smithereens quicker |
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I show these kids where I live, how to dream bigger |
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Never see my legacy, forever an obscene figure |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Whispers bout my lifestyle and offensive rumors |
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Are like extensive tumors, so I gotta keep a sense of humor |
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I represent it worldwide with demented music |
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Find a drug, do a drug, then abuse it |
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Blue and red lights flash in my glass from lieutenants crusing |
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I'm too flick for 'em, I'ma menace moving |
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Since I came in this game I still been improving |
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With this bank of mine I'm Frankenstein with the ten inch screws in |
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In silence, I'm louder than a foul pitcher |
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Style a wild mixture of powder and hard liquor |
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So when the drunk drive his whip, I'm hard as the car hits ya |
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And why does the victim smile like he's proud of this Bar Mitzvah? |
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The whole world's still shrouded in mystery |
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Brain still deranged, so I'm out of my *****t, b |
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Felt the skies swell and clouds crowded against me |
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But emerged from the curve so I'm proud of my history |
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[Hook] |
