(Intro)
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Yeah, comin' back around
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The gutter, the orange Boxcutter shit
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Face crunched up with night goggle on
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Vanderslice
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War
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Rrrah!
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(Verse)
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I spit blood out, rinse my face clean
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Orange acts from the sink
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Listening to Big explain Beef
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I could engrace yo cheek without the shaving cream
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The razor speed is about the same as a laser beam
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It's still vague to me, retrace the path to revenge
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The path of tree again, put some hash in the V-Pen
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And scribe war once more, we hash the sequence
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Grab the surveillance cam, smash it to pieces
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Rewindin' my thoughts, after that I blacked out
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This black cloud follows me tryna track down
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My ruffled whereabouts have stumbled into a trap house
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One word to air you out, no more cat and mouse
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Look, I crack the black and now the presence of the devil's near
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As this world turns and we dwellin' on this fear
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So cold, it won't pour a drop out and shed a tear
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So we force a war in these blocks now with the metal gear
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Yeah!
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(Hook break)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(Orange boxcutter, that New York shit)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(That New York shit)
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(Verse)
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I step in the game and then I carve my nitch
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You'll neva forget the name cause the arm is swift
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It feels like yesterday you just got your starter kit
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Then you stepped on 'kane and became narcissist
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Small fish in a sess' pool where sharks swim
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And soon as they assess you, they'll rip apart your limbs
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I'm sharp as Gemstars, and that Automa on yo wrist
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Will turn you into a martyr, get water marked with Tims
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You think I'm tearing the rugs up on some carpenter shit?
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I'm not the one to spar with, this guillotine I'll scar your skin
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Hit you comin' back around like the karma bitch
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One flick of the arm and wrist, hope yo arm is thick
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Dawg
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(Hook break)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(Orange boxcutter, that New York shit)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(That New York shit)
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(Verse)
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Fuck a court case, I ain't got time for horseplay
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I left from showin' up in polo shirts wearing war paint
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Holdin' an orange shank that I chiseled out of Shawshank
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Witness the Lord's grace, boy, this isn't your forte
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Actin' like untouchables, it't the image you portrait
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A hundred and fifty stitches left initials on your face
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Mere mortals, but this is what I was born to do
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Inhale clarity, exhale the distorted you
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Pollution in the air and goons with rare guns
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What the fuck eva happened to shootin' the fair one?
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Right? Mistakes is high in daylight noon (?)
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So when that raise I fly, feels like deja-vu
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(Hook break)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(Orange boxcutter, that New York shit)
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My orange box-cutter make the world go round
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(That New York shit)
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Orange Boxcutter 2
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| Awar & Vanderslice |
