[AZ Talking]
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I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho
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Shit, get the right speakers
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Let me start a little early, that's what I do
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[rapping]
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You know my persona, let me kindly remind ya
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The Gucci, Garbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers
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How I post up, probably amongst pirahnas
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I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama
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Last of a genre, there's nothing to mash your mind to
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Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
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So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina
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Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna
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Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
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Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah in the Hotel Riwanda
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You know karma, increase when you cease your drama
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It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you
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Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer
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But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster
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Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor
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No lames, it's the same as the brain can conjure
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Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber
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Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
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From Tompkins to Guanas, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
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Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
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Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
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Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
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Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it
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Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
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Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure
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But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected
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So exit, or have it all in here
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We can war when we're, nigga I'm so sincere
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So Sincere (Intro)
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| AZ |
