| Preemo
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| Jamo
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| RIP Guru
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| And I said it the first time
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| And I said it the first time
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| Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two
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| Like a Biz Markie song, is this thing on?
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| I battled Godzilla and dissed King Kong
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| Then pull out a handgun that’s six feet long
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| Mumble rappers getting paid, what they hitting for?
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| We the best, cut a check, start a bidding war
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| We define premier, we prime-time, combine crimes
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| Beats and rhymed lines (And I said it the first time), huh
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| Hang in there like Aaron Hernandez
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| She got a dope personality if you can get to it
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| 'Cause screw it, can’t even get near love
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| She on train fully immersed in her earbuds
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| Or speed walking, stop it, Steve Hawkin'
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| Bro paralyzed, so how is he even talking?
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| I don’t know
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| It ain’t a Jamo Gang gig, then I don’t show
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| Yo, they pass the torch, I live a dream like Vanilla Sky
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| Been vilified and criticized, but still alive
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| Oedipus complex from Mother Earth, the son immersed
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| King of the underdogs, battle-scarred for what it’s worth
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| Uh, but what do I know? |
| I’m just a wino
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| A vicious cycle, spotted out like Vitiligo, Michael
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| I’m auto rifle, then not a typo
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| Hydro smoking ninety-nine defined around the time of my life
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| They call me '57
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| Yeah, ain’t nothing new we down with the goat (Preem)
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| Yeah, Jamo juggling jugulars going right for their throat
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| And I quote, we down with Atmosphere and the fact is clear
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| There’s no one on a level this elevated, one
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| Two, three and to the four
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| In the corner of the bar started peeing on the floor
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| Break my neck trying to peep the score
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| But that’s not a TV, that’s the pizza warmer
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| I was with your mom, you should call her soon
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| Fit your whole universe in my laundry room
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| Y’all pussy, you probably got a mouse in your mouth
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| You don’t come out of your house (And I said it the first time)
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| I talk my shit, I fly this frisbee
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| Lost in the mix of that Irish whiskey
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| I just spent a little time in your city
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| But I hit decline 'cause I was kind of busy
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| You can probably find me at the back of the line
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| I always show up late and I don’t even know why
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| It doesn’t matter, I’ma be twenty minutes behind
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| Don’t even ask me 'bout it (And I said it the first time)
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| Yeah, 'til the second my soul pass on
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| I’m trying to see in the future like Donnie Darko
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| When his man man with a mask on
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| If the planet stops spinning, I spit this last song
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| Inside my vision, the limited in this rare form
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| Half gone like a chemtrail
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| We don’t go together like a bucket of friend chicken and fresh kale
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| I’m half a train to the track riding the left rail
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| Y’all half a brain when you rap and decide your pen fail
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| Men frail, let’s sail or wait until the sun set on this boat
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| I stay woke like I sniffed a crystal meth rail
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| Wash it down with Starbucks tall cup, chalk up
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| And deadlift these stars, fuck
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| You won’t find truth in your Apple Watch
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| It’s possible what I say in popular or profitable
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| Coach the game, Hayden Fox
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| So pay your racist cops
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| Front row for the apocalypse that we pay to watch
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| And I said it the first time |