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[Verse 1:] |
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I'm a grown man still full of piss and vinegar |
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More sinister than Satan possessing a Christian minister |
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I twist the indica spitting the *****t to finish ya |
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Cause life's a ***** I convinced to let me stick my **** in her |
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My first assignment's rhyming with perfect timing |
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Finding the words describing what's driving a person climbing(?) |
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Required to spit fire the fire that burns inside 'em |
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Is even more berserk than meteors and Earth colliding |
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But I've been converting a feeling, cursed and violent |
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With others lost like Jack on that deserted island |
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I'm trapped making noise when all I heard was silence |
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Now wor*****ped like my birth was sliding through a virgin hymen |
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I vibe with lower classes, rose from smoking ashes |
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So cold when solar flashes explode I froze the gases |
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"On top of the world!" reverse the polar axis 'till both atlas Shoulders crack into broken fragments |
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I roam the planet, find dough and rock the mic with a captive Audience, my live shows a hostage crisis |
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So tell these fools the jewels I drop are priceless |
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Combine the Righteous side with my demonic likeness |
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To bless you unless you fake with >lenses?< |
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>Zoomin'?< starved for attention like Anorexic's |
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And death >salutin' ????< ,I just |
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Kept it movin', the movement's a revolution cause illuminati |
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Views my body as less then human ("they shootin") the proofs When bullets are fired at ya and their flyin' faster than rockets Nazis supplied to NASA this the final chapter that deciding factor |
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Back to get it crackin like chiropractor's with spinal fractures |
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Ciphers under street lights |
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Party on the rooftop |
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Boondocks with my goons |
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Beats on my boombox |
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"Rock on!" |
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Till the break of dawn |
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When the due drops |
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You already know the flow |
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So here we go (x2) |
