(Verse)
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Aye, yo, pardon my french
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Fuck anybody and I fuck 'em with this
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Start up the disc, a suicide, cut up yo wrist
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Like a cheap watch, we spot something like this
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Local dimebags from dirty nickle dimes licks
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Dice shook with shady hands, walk in with that wrists
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Did em with feces, go examine that shit
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Like man you were sick, but you were not as sick as a nitch
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These niggas not even chorus but dyin' to get rich
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Well lot will they click, G6 to survive in this bitch
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To fight with they chick, the same time deny they a snitch
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Then lyin' is big, but ain't nobody buyin' that shit
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They just waitin' for finer drivin' and when they down in they whip
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Decline what they do, the powells gon' fly when they hit
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Defy gravity, stupid conductive from the script
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Y'all mad at me, and nothing y'all can do from the book
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It's all strategy, you need a vacation or trip
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(Scratches)
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Fuck y'all doin'?
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It's only right that I address this
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(Verse 2)
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Existentialist in my temple
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I shift the world without yo sketch force
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I sketch the masterpiece with a pencil
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As I led fire, sink that black, crispy outlined
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UFO, sanctioned aliens is how the head flies with my red eyes
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Heavy squittin' just to let light in
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Learn the handshake, step right in
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HEF, DEA wanna check my pit
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It could stick a fiend bought and jumpstart adrenaline
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The minimum is a spark, backyard like a national park
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Animal sightings, heavy lightings but the flashes are dark
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Everyone's an expert until the classes start
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Askin' who the best is then watch the clashes start
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I smack animated stones at yo head
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With the Shock Kazula, Sun Tzu, strategy, one two
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Boom, pif, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick
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Lunatic on that dark side of the moon shit
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(Scratches)
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Fuck y'all doin'?
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It's only right that I address this
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Opinions May Vary
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| Dilated Peoples |
