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featuring Instinct
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Crib notes fell out of your pocket speedwalking from lost battles
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Your soul fled the spot but physical caught in shackles
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Poison in your apple turn your princess to my mistress
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Verbal fitness landing where my fist is
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Your only witness was blinded with alert
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With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse
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You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap
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Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack
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Release spit fire, unleash causes decease
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Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve
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As MC, Im reaching higher than THC
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Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes
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Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest
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You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat
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Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering
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Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering
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* Hook * (X2)
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I try, but I fail, and times will prevail
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all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations
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Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale,
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bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations
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My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing
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The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing
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On a daily basis, "Style", I'm hearing basics, "While"
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You keep rehearsing your versatile sound,
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I'm stomping through the underground
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At profound speeds,
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leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks
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The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax,
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your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks
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"Your counteracts" Cause you're bound to be wack,
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and I'm talently stacked
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Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs
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"The wannabee macks"
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Split chromosones while my ribosomes
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Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own
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Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones
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And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone
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To prolong my stay at home, then my dome
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Leaves my follicles thrown,
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when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the...
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Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed
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With reputations like Elliot Ness,
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relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess,
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travelling throughout my chest
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Unravelling talent within
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Distracting my vision
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Taking control of my system, not double digits,
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I kicked 187 words of wisdom
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So check the message I'm listing
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Styles are persistent,
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lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission
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While the other acts are switching
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My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers
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Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher
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Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot
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And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause
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* Hook * (X2)
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Trials And Tribulations
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| D Sisive |
