| Hehehe… you know I guessed it
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| You would be the only one
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| Who would dare to come here, you got courage
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| Huh, hmm, before you get a chance to fight with me
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| You must observe our rules, and meet these two swordsmen first
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| Whatchu know about steppin' out the crib like it’s 20 thousand
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| And all fives, dust still in the fridge
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| Either or, yo, I rock like a meteor, bitches know when the kid’s high
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| Cuz I fuck with the TV on
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| Winter time blowing, had the suede boxers
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| Petite fillers for the whole team, eight watches
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| Ladies and gents, watch me, every line is snake venom
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| Creepin' up on your brain like Excedrin
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| Blowing out veterans with a speed impediment
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| So underground I stay beneath the crescents
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| Bitter wars over coke stores, Arabian jewelers
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| Keeping hitting me off for the cross
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| Shiek’s, wealthy princes and ayatollah
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| All I gotta do is kick a verse, they like hold this
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| You my nigga, dun, word to the light on the phoenix sun
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| Want you to take my daughter, give your queen a son
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| Halt, you leap me?
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| That’s right, I have married all the master dragon’s gore!
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| Right, hahaha… maybe, but try me!
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| NY fitted, Jordan 13's on the feet
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| Splash blood on my threads, how I murder the beat
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| Like medicine to infants, out of they reach
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| In a charcoal seven with the chardonnay seats
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| Now my name ring, I played the born, and bare the storm
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| Now I made king, I weigh my arm, and they respond
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| Stay gone off that haze and Don, game long like
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| Triple overtime, overtime stay strong
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| The great one, fake none, put it on the Bible
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| See me face to face, look me in my eyes, duke
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| Spartacus flow, soul cookies in the vinyls
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| Only time I go soft, raw pussy on the cycle
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| Your highness, INS, darts catch your body
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| And all a nigga saw was the sparks from the tommy
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| Papis split the fishscale raw, coppin' polly
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| Big brother Rollie or Deck, got it roxy
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| My rap is like a holy drug cart, documented in my sentence
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| Around the edges, sold my presence of my life beginning
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| For born bloody swarm, early to a Godly finish
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| To naysayers throwing stones, hoping I’ll diminish
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| The skies open, til I rose from three or four dimensions
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| With great rings, less then the dollars the grave bring
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| Meet the afterlife, chapters I write, with great king
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| It’s beautiful songs, killing from beyond
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| They talk to me through a cloth coofie, Lord’s beauty
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| And I’ll admit through gems of life, I lost jewelry
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| Among the land dwellers, never trust what a man will tell ya
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| They give you stone for bread, you found dead
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| With no dog to smell ya, passing acid in your liquor glasses
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| When they pour it, have you throwing up blood and courage
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| Just a week ago, you spotted them walk in
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| With your enemy, and you recall it
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| It wasn’t me mugging, they was talking, plotting on you
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| But God made me subnormal, your diary rise
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| Breathing the immortal
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| It was mean, while I’m fixing
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| His identity, overthrown by the republicans
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| But our people are still suffering, I am the judging
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| To reorganize this justice, to help our people
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| By overthrowing the republicans
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| So help me to regain our position
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| We will overcome the republicans! |