| «Everything is real I see»
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| «A lot of rappers out here actin' with no movie roles»
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| «It's not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth»
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| «We been adored for keepin' it raw»
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| «Everything is real I see»
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| «A lot of rappers out here actin' with no movie roles»
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| «It's not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth»
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| «We been adored for keepin' it raw»
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m a terrorist threat, burn in Hell where the devil is kept
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| How can we be powerful with incredible debt?
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| Dump the clip, hittin' you from your head to your neck
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| I creep with the silencer, leave you dead where you slept
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| I’m as vicious with the right or the left
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| And I stand behind my people if it’s life or it’s death
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| A knife in the chest, that’s the way that we do
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| But if I was you, I’d be concerned about the avian flu
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| I pray that you do, but you ain’t listen before
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| You ain’t listen when I told you 'bout my visions of war
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| My system is pure, trap you like a prisoner’s war
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| Anyone who ever met me say my liver is poor
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| Whoever met me say they dig my rapport
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| Say that he the only one who ain’t a dick on the tour
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| Kick in the door, with my vodka, believe that
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| And hand Warchild all the blunts and the weed sack
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| Fuckin' worm, yeah
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| Yeah, you like Napoleon Bonaparte
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| I throw a dart and blow your bones apart
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| The lonely part’s when you fallin' like you Owen Hart
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| My fuckin' soul is dark, I wouldn’t wish it on you
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| I wouldn’t wish any of my mental conditions on you
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| I just wish that y’all would leave me for dead
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| Wish that I would go away and fall asleep in my bed
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| I’m lethal instead, but I supposedly thrived
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| Anyone or anything that got too close to me died
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| Supposed to be live, fuck it, I’m supposed to be king
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| 'Pose to murder everything like an associate of Ming
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| Listen, I ain’t takin' your word, man
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| Just give me all the «Cash Money» like Birdman
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| Yeah, another holy verse, never listen to what’s told in church
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| My soul immersed in a statue that’s as old as earth
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| I’m fuckin' Odin’s curse, the living eight man
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| Calculate Infinity with Dillinger Escape Plan
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| I would walk on the Arabian with grey sand
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| And heal the sickness of the people where I laid hands
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| I was there when they created the Christ
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| When the Romans in Judea took the Pagan’s advice
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| I hate what I’m like, hate that I’m afraid of the light
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| Hate that everyone who love me always hate what I like
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| Hate that everywhere I go, I get engaged in a fight
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| Hate that everything I say is just evasive and trife
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| Enraged with a knife, I don’t care who I slice
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| I could walk into the woods and kill a bear with my mic
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| I’m here with my mic, fear me and be careful at night
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| Cause Vinnie vicious like a motherfucking werewolf at night
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| I’m a beast, baby! |
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