You stepped in the pit of the flame
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You're lost on beat street,
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I'mma throw, spit on your name
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Hit the road when they mention your name
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It's like Mike when he scored it like two seconds left in the game.
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Small change, don't step in my lane!
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I rock too hardbody, I click bang, I give them the pain.
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Nah, man, can't keep with them games!
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Your boy born with it, so how you gonna get him to change?
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You are lame putting shit in the game!
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Piranha wanna see me in this state greens imprisoned in chains
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But I'm smooth like they're groove to the listen and pray
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And you only understand it if you've been through my pain.
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I see white spitters in frames,
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Hustle in my blood, bet my seeds gonna get it the same.
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Yes, indeed, I'm destined to reign
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So ahead of the game
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All aboard, y'all get in the train!
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Banana clip mackaholic, I slap your cap and join
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Go on a freezer, gotta squeeze the tits out the toilet
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Niggas is norbits, running up in the dice game, call it
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Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth!.
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Put that calling, is dough in the ... stolen
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Plastic bags laying in the flow where ya
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Is just dog's day, reservoir out Utah, yo
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Where my dope and marijuana's got boarded?
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Grill nights before them, we pay to have a roast
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Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows
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More land patrol... riding around with legends
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Paying judges off, we'll be up in New York rapping!
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Raise it all up! Bobby, yo
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Yeah, I ain't, yo!
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Mirrormask, movie magical, be on top, rumor has it
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Words put ideas on track
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Footprints, I walk on Earth and appear on maps
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Strive at least 2.5 mil a year on cap.
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.. on my cap, dime pieces on the lap
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Three hundred push-ups a day, put the crease on your back.
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Be the captain and lieutenant black man
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Who invented chopping samples up
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To make the beat that asentenced to
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Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music
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I produce a range, engineer the music!
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Yo, my ear can't be..
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My pen stroke like Zorro
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Hit that heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo
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Mani transmitter, night vision in the stronghold
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Walk long roads, smell snakes with the strong notes
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Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on
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Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on
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Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on
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Every time the horn blows, the wu signal is back on
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Execution In Autumn
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Andrew Kelley |