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My shell, mechanical found ghost |
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But my ghetto is, animal found toast |
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My shell, mechanical found ghost |
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But my ghetto is, animal found toast |
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My shell, mechanical found ghost |
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But my ghetto is, animal found toast |
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Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal [ Vordual Megala ] |
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Life's ill, some-time's life might kill |
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Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill |
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Is life real? |
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Yo akhi builds |
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When life feels, like earth don't spin |
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Whirlwinds mic blend |
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Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills |
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And still, cats visualize life ghetto like |
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Born mind, sometime these cats see life |
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Street life incomplete light and be like |
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I'm a live life after this |
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One crime, one line from the |
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Mega-la Blow spine, everyone |
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Knows the city's ill, cats kill |
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Still black man holds nine |
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Gotta chill star |
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C-A.L.L.A. |
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H Be the light of |
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Shamar Work hard |
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Shamar C-Cipher- |
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A.L.L.A.H |
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Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large, channels |
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But our bar's handle might break mic's |
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Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's |
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Strive live live fuck five |
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I want a hundred and eight mic's "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo? Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out. Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..." |
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Five digits cock biddy nine mili |
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One floor shine silly |
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Spun city one verbs hit milly |
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Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty |
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Livin' in in a world shitty |
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Yo they spun young earth, now shitty |
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And while 5-0 might shoot black head |
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Nigga sorry |
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I sold space suit to crack heads |
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D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo |
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Black kids, locked away |
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Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow |
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While, lock head fabian |
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Achmed Arabian |
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Layin' in |
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Bodeg holdin' drama a.k |
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Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque |
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Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j |
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Wig splits mad quick |
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Spinnin' three six oh ways |
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C 4 blew the door nuber eight |
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Summer fate tank top wit a knot |
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Number nine said run the place |
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Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape |
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Yo star, don't wet that |
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Fucked her face lets stuff the plays |
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Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a |
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Peace to C- |
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God locked up cat born nine ways |
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Come home mad soon |
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Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot |
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Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots |
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Gonna make a difference so we get locked |
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Caught in the shit and losin' what we got |
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Come on black |
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E-qual-E-qual "Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species that preys even on itself?" [ Vast Air Kramer ] |
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And if there's crack in a basement |
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Crack heads stand adjacent |
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Anger displacement |
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Food Stamp arangements |
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You were a still born baby |
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Mother didn't want you, but you were still born |
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Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone |
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What you figga |
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That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure |
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So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler |
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Infested with money and diamond cluster |
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Lets talk in laymen terms |
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Rotten apples and big worms |
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Early birds and poachers |
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New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them |
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Prepare to be vic-tims |
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Ate up by vultures, the politicians |
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In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em |
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Lack of mineral, we take it personal |
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A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew |
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Every day is no frills, empty krills |
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Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills |
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I rest my head on 115 |
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But miracles only happen on 34th, so |
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I guess life is mean |
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And death is the median |
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And purgatory is the mode that we settle in "No doubt" |
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I've got that |
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Eve's Bayou sense of touch |
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So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts |
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Battered wives, molested children |
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Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling |
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Cats walk around |
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New York with two fillin's |
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One is in their mouth the other, does the killin' |
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I'm Vast Air, |
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Kramer, top billin' |