| Yo, I trust the pain, what I say is best
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| What my studio suggests, my life is a mess
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| Standing in the rain playing Reign Of The Tec
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| A big bang in my dame, still claiming respect (Fuck)
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| Known for sunsets, know they go west
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| A rolling stone don’t stay in no nest (No)
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| Fresh off the plane and played with no rest
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| No gang, so I came in the game with no vest
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| I keep it simple life officially free (Right?)
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| Rolling up tobacco with medicinal weed (Hahaha)
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| You hear the rapture in my laughter
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| Create greatness from the visions that I capture
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| I’m after the gold and after that platinum shit
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| I think I’m over that, cause that ain’t gonna happen
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| In LA my whole life, so I am sick of the glamor
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| But I can make an order fill clicking on the camera
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| Check it, who wants to disrespect?
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| The undefeated, undisputed
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| Crazy hardcore, no sell out
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| Everyone in my circle is dominating
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| Sacrifice, born twice, the messiah and Christ
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| The height of the night, the darker the times, the brighter the light
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| The truth is often lost in the score
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| That pure life essence left on the cutting edge of the sword
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| Good lord, I grab the mic like a biblical staff
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| It’s mythical math, baptism, miracle bath
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| Calligraphy is graphic, graffiti’s scribbled in wrath
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| That’ll split you straight down the middle in half
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| Or get your cantaloupe slipped in your jab
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| It’s the expanded man, 'mano y mano' meaning 'hand to hand'
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| Each coward standing for nothing, they don’t stand a chance
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| When reality falls heavy as an avalanche
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| The rock n roll hall of fame mind frame rhyme scheme
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| Man of war, I don’t chase trends, I make times change
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| Rakaa’s Jedi High Council, rare honorary Pharaoh
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| Learn to aim a little high to hit your target with the arrow
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| Check it, who wants to disrespect?
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| The undefeated, undisputed
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| Crazy hardcore, no sell out
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| Everyone in my circle is dominating
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| Check it, who wants to disrespect?
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| The undefeated, heavyweight
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| Crazy hardcore, no sell out
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| All over the U.S. States, even London
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| C’mon, dummy, your whole squad trash
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| Money piled up like an interstate car crash
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| I don’t waste time cause y’all ain’t worth a dog’s ass
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| I could smell pussy from the time you first walked past
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| Sosa told The Skull to kill Tony
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| And how you gonna ask for more, but still owe me
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| Some of y’all 'round the real, but still phony
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| The six by eight in the box is real lonely
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| I’m tired of these muhfuckers, that’s in my coat tail
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| They’re only in my cypher, cause they know that I sold well
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| Throw this rap muhfucker over the boat rail
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| Marciano and Shala, hope that it goes well
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| This traitor over here, he a snitch like Aven-o
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| And his career only seen on the history channel
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| I’m Cobain when he playing every riff in the flannel
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| Ain’t you house trained yet? |
| You still piss in the kennel, stupid
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| Check it, who wants to disrespect?
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| The undefeated, undisputed
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| Crazy hardcore, no sell out
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| Everyone in my circle is dominating
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| Check it, who wants to disrespect?
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| The undefeated, heavyweight
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| Crazy hardcore, no sell out
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| All over the U.S. States, even London
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| It’s over… |