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It's the ouiji bomb playas sneakin up on the avenues |
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From ante up we jump the snake eyes bout the battle you |
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Hold your hands up heard you're back from sabbatical |
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Our playas so smooth gimme room while I challenge you |
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Sights never saw in a day only in evenings |
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Transparent dark views you while you're sleeping |
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Be the overachiever the human heat seeker |
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The tactile style that's wild giving you seizures |
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Slow motherfuckers these skill packed cerritas |
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You're doing me bizarre sorry as hell you're just zemuh |
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Gangsta lean holdin my dreams hope perceiver |
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Do what you mean better redeem or be believer |
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Fresh grooves from soft planets making it so hard |
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From the recipient act lenin damn it we go a ball |
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Like sandcastles from rent bitch you go on far |
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With the tie with the tie with tie, huh, tired of life |
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Automatic static im flowing through watching your phone line |
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Connect to the internet it dials like its so fine |
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Forever elevated its taking me so hot |
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Inhale lets ride after reason that im so fly |
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Quick connect to firewire I wont lie |
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Got to write love to hell just to get by |
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But what it kiss thetic kinetic till I touch my |
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Blind looking for answers until I let my ears fire |
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A certain resonance with the presence of elegant African elephants for when the sound skates effortless |
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Its written in wisdom that banks are sound system |
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Air waves behave radio head contradict you |
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Fresh grooves from soft planets making it so hard |
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From the recipient act lenin damn it we go a ball |
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Like sandcastles from rent bitch you go on far |
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With the tie with the tie with the tie huh tired of life |
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Moving in action we're burnin in the afternoon |
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We keep the moves subtle and bubble on honorable follow through |
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Methodical its speeds you we gin it or we capture you |
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You grip tight in a deck we sweat in higher altitudes |
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We never lose to those who don't get it |
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How your future speaks and in planet in chromed out sinless living |
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I fear the menace so I talk to dawns |
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My cell phone got an altered call and beat em and beat em |
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Now forgive me fly like a pelican bead |
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Its do or die breathe a nine now who wanna no heed |
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No while African back with the pen to the pad again |
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So that's a wrap for yall the phony rap acts in this game called music |
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Some do abuse it |
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I'll reach for your toe be a found now I'm bruising no jass |
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To a rap womb word is my wingman |
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I'm canen its prime rhyme you have to piss so half assed |
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You get gassed the fragments made you |
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I came from the grind up the broad it paid you |
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Fuck up you aint ever gon last til it lives |
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That's for every chingy type rapper pulls in his lips |
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We're shitting on yall why spotting lyrics so brawl |
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Knock the wind knock the lame blame steven segal |
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Im jacking your chant k-o flow to win |
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My nigga scythe got that water full mars can we begin, go |
