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Call me the 27th character |
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Step foot upon the scene |
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Like its the end of an era |
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Me, I've never been better |
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New recruit, big suit |
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Inhale smoke and blow out nebulas |
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Just like the candles on the birthday cake |
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These lights going out |
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Sons running their mouth |
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Collapsing lungs like the universe does |
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So bring em out |
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I rap until I ain't got nothing to rap about |
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Or end up like my people who sleeping |
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Up in the ground |
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But I know that the peace up in the cloud |
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Is keeping me from giving this up or tapping out |
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So you ain't tripping me up |
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From flapping your mouth |
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Through the conscience |
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Living like the Loch Ness |
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Right [?] respect |
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Using my veins as a harness |
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I had a deal with the Devil from way back |
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That read; If he show'd his |
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Fucking face i'd be giving him hands |
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Really what is sicker than man |
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Feed him from the garden |
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Till his ticker is jammed |
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Hoping the legacy stands |
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But all he could do |
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Was write his initials |
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With a stick in the sand |
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You could give him a hand |
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But the greatest thing |
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You could do |
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Is live life without giving a damn |
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Right? |
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Wrong |
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How many people will be peeping this song |
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And like me |
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A feeling like they didn't belong |
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Who hand-built the path of the currently on |
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By uprooting the truth |
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And killing the long gone |
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See I gave up the goose |
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So now I'm Gucci |
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Yeah I gave up the juice and now i'm Juicy |
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I had to balance my energy |
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Like allowance |
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Keep my feet up on the ground |
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While my head was in the heavens |
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Brethren |
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That's the life of a go-getter |
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Make letters in my head twisting |
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Up the points setter |
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I'm getting high off the nature of the rhyme |
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I'm a nation in my mind |
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I'm a major in my prime |
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I'm related |
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Rocking over drums like a native |
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Just to feel a bit closer to my spaceship |
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Yeah not everything is so bad inside my caddus |
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I can forget my brothers that are Able and Canen |
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Can you speak my language |
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I flip the languid |
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Reach my hand out to those gripping me with hatred |
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I'll make a beacon with my fingers like Mavis |
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I know they know it |
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But dammit they need to see this |
