[Verse 1: Fashawn]
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Ayo, hoes holler hallelujah, how I maneuver
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Passenger's side with Ruger, kinda sewer
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My mind is a sewer, infested with garbage
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Crime, rhyming and music, disrespecting the market
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Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to death
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Nothing left with the carcass, squeeze a Tec on the target
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Aim the wreck at your artist, flames, a mess on the carpet
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Then hit everything except for the daughter
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Cat burglar to a merciful murderer
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Certainly not with the circus, they trying serve
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I'm either too hood for my own good
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Or I'm too good for my own hood
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Cold is the climate in the hearse
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Where they found me in the dirt, too demonic for the church
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I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
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This is ghetto gossip while I work
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[Verse 2: Rapsody]
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Live from Venice, the something menace
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Put me in the Guinness for raising hell up for all the sinners
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High as tinters, violinists, I string them all along
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Tied to the flow like water skis in the red ocean
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Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu'ran
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I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once
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Sun setting, never regretting the day's events are gone
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Forgive me for my sins, with everything that I [?]
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Sweaty, sick as spaghetti, my noodle machete sharp
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To niggas that wanna spark, I pray for you, hallelujah
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Quick as a cougar when I maneuver
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You spit maneuver, eating Peruvian in my rishwa pen
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Pretty Julia Robinson, I'm a woman robbing you
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Of your coolness, part of the reach like the stewardess
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Underground like the sewage is, who fucking with the kid?
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Did this show evidence?
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International, such an animal, yeah I really been
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Killing on the daily, you niggas crazy and asterisk
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Star, follow me you could probably find the main jar
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I been major, it's Rapsody, boy
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[Verse 3: Rakaa]
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I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
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Never leave it in their hands, that's the art of war
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I learned the proper punching power started from the floor
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Ground up, renovate, a wall is just another door
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Resurrected like the phoenix, blazing every stage
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Spread my wings and fly, but gravity's a heavy cage
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Hellfire and heaven's rage on every page
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Revelation propaganda, maybe it's the seven plagues
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Aiming at the tower, same commercial, different station
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They stuck on training wheels and tracing paper, vapor chasing
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I'm half amazing, a quarter sinner, a quarter savior
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Fascinated, Rakaa seen the wretched paint the righteous painting
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My travel agent's favorite, preacher's son, no sign of fading
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The lights weaponized, fireworks at night displaying
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The blazing arrows fly, a thousand points of light just raining
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Careful when you're in the quarters, chariots are hydroplaning
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[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
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Fucker, we from the hundreds now
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Kill a fuck assumption, we bucking off or we ducking down
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Couple blocks away from the form, check how we run this town
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You fuckers get this work in this bun, check my circumference now
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Circle wasn't set stretching, yoga flame
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Hottest rapper in the streets and they don't even know his name
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Kept the dope, boy, and I ain't even need a golden chain
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I'm focused, man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
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Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the novacaine
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Shit was once an open game, we got it by a rope and chain
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Losing all control of wild paintings in my broken brain
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I don't think you get it, scrap me down for anything you niggas sending at me
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Young niggas flexing, mean mugs but trigger happy
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I'm getting high, I don't ever let a minute pass me
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I'm feeling famished, bitch, I'm sick of fasting
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About that action, we can get it cracking
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Never find shit to match
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[Verse 5: Evidence]
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I caught a body, they called it a verse
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Called the cops, I caught the life, they calling a hearse
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Pain is easy in reverse, I think pleasure hurts
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The first rule is win, the second's don't forget the first
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I think the worst now behind us
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Hello first-timers, it's welcome to one-liners
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Question anything against the center of alignment
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This rock ain't a diamond until it's polished up and shining
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Decide to ride the retro minutes to the summit's peak
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Others fall trying to climb it because their stomach weak
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When we climbing in the summer heat
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They throwing shade against the team when the others meet
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Despite the [?]
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After this drops, nothingĄ¯s best kept but nothingĄ¯s secret
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If nothingĄ¯s nothing, then what the fuck is getting even?
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Just an odd man out, another duck in season
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WhatĄ¯s yours is yours, whatĄ¯s mines is mines
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It seems as simple as it simply rhymes
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I keep the simpleton spit in all the sympathy lines
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I mean itĄ¯s Craig G rap came on symphony shines
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[Verse 6: Vinnie Paz]
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Slay the Nazarene, you just fire water, IĄ¯m gasoline
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It ain't A day in Philly if I don't pass a fiend
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ItĄ¯s blood everywhere, similar assassins seem
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Purify the water, correlate the tour to a maccabee
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You think that you could box a Vinnie? Dummy, thatĄ¯s obscene
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The nine milli, silly, dummy, but the mac is mean
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The downstairs wild pretty, but the attic clean
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You have unbearable lightness and just a lack of being
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You ainĄ¯t built to shoot the fire with me, thatĄ¯s the thing
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IĄ¯m only after one thing, money, thatĄ¯s the rings
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IĄ¯m only after one head, money, thatĄ¯s the kingĄ¯s
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A rack on a bigger rack and so he have to sing
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I got an Ingraham Mac Eleven and it has a beam
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And thatĄ¯s a beautiful love there, it has a gleam
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You wasnĄ¯t in a platoon, cousin, cause that was Shane
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Old school, still loaded the guns with Vaseline
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[Verse 7: Action Bronson]
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Selling the J dirty boogie, gray hoodie, hit the dougie
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Pinky rings on racks of chicken nuggets
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ShitĄ¯s like shooting fish in a bucket, damn the hummus
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IĄ¯m in Japan for the summer, land the plane
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Or Jamaica, black rain in the forecast
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Four-four class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
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Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
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I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it overnight
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You ainĄ¯t ever seen this in your life
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You ainĄ¯t used to being where I been to, Curly and my men do
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You ainĄ¯t been through shit I been through
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This is limited edition, 666 driven
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Tryna keep from out of prison
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So I lay low, throwing dice, tomato sauce for the boss
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Place the crib over the cross, itĄ¯s us
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Hallelujah
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| Dilated Peoples |
