1 A.M., I'm at my best
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Twistin' trees at my rest
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Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S.
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With my grimeys, - blowin' up throughout the 90's
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Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece
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Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause - gets hot,
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Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
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Twistin off the bottle top, contemplate, fake the plot
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While - walk around with' all they got in one knot
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For real, I build a mini-Israel, others the fish scale
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Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
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Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
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Thinking you Lord sippin wine out of brass cup your last supper's
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Served, without Grace son about face
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I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
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Straight from the pro's or the ject's, the nine's or the tech's
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Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'.
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True Dialect
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