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[Hook: L.A.Z.] |
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Inhale, exhale |
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Heartbeat (what, what?) |
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Trunked up feeling knocking in your speakers |
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Fab Five, Fab Five |
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Raise up your hands |
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Get them higher |
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[Verse 1: L.A.Z.] |
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I knew you niggas wouldn't understand it |
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I took a leap of faith |
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And broke the record once I landed |
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The standards being standards |
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So stand up |
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I flip words, they handstand (stands up) |
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Chiroprac-rapping hip-hop is back-cracking |
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We re-align your spine when we rhyme |
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I been sitting on the outside |
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Looking in the room, was knocking on the door |
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Was there, porter wouldn't let me through |
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That's why I'm locked in this recording booth |
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That holds the keys to my future |
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Like a visit to the oracle |
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Blue vinyl fight to your stereo |
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Fab Five Wolverines is on the radio |
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J.Larose, Chris Web is on the radio |
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Howard King, Ray Jacks on the radio |
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Work no headphones without Beats |
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Writing relief, stress on my mental |
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Like (?), think |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Noveliss] |
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I'm a living legend |
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With a rhyme fetish |
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Rap on a (?) genetics |
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And (?) finetics |
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The new veteran represent |
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Microphone atletics aesthetics |
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The first of my kind |
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Peep (?) of Prime, the pistol |
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Another accidental blast again |
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I walk away from an accident dragging like two victims |
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Me and my rapper friends like pathogens |
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Moving through your immune system |
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Abuse rhythm and shed light like two prysms |
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For starters, I'm crushing rapper's jawns |
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With a (?) |
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That snaps back I'm Henry Rowengartner |
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A cyborg with some nice form |
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In an ice storm, cold as fuck |
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Knock you off your bicycle with an icicle |
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You don't want to get into it |
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(?) assassin after the cyber-initiative |
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Would you die for your penmanship |
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Picture this, I'm Jason Bourne |
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Disarming rappers in front of a liquor store |
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Putting them in a figure four |
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[Verse 3: E-Fav] |
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Fantastic, fucking elaborate |
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Prepping to do a backspin |
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Put this verse in a (?) |
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Split the mic like a fraction |
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I'm in a semi-auto (?) |
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Skimming through black (?) |
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Rewind, nigga fuck your comment |
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Put a comma, before I get at your momma |
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(?) |
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While penetrating the standard |
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(?) that's engulfing the local area |
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Witnessing this hysteria |
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Hot, my pupils blood shy |
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With puffy eyelids caughing up blood |
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(?) that's how I get when I'm hostile |
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So keep the (?) |
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I'm randy(?) as mister Macho |
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You follow like an apostle |
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One hundred cadavers hollow |
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This funkier than a (?) |
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Making your body rock |
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When the beats bang |
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That makes the pebbles level |
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With the pavement pop |
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Sawed off pump (?) |
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Slapping and crack your neck bone |
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Hating we don't condone |
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We're just ? gigantic raps |
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Tapping that bubble on her back |