Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps
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Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops
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New drops, wearing roofs, full bloom, bearing fruits
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Full moon put the where in wolves, apparently put it in the air and shoot
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Heirlooms, that's what I leave, heirlooms, that's how I weave
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They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
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I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents
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Taught me that sharing's caring so I spread the bread out
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That's what I need
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To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe
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Get it? Inhale when I breathe
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Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
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And there's devils on the level of this bitch
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We all ball, even the devil gotta pitch
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You fly so that's red bull and a fish
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You can have that, that's complimentary
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True story, documentary
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Ninja Turtle, suicide, though
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Continentally West Side
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I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
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Living till I'm dead, yeah
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Show your respect
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Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head
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Everything red
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Show no respect
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I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
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It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
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Solo heo, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes
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Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had sex
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You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it look good on you
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He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him
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Food and liquor in my belly of the beast but you knew already
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I used to complain until planes I flew already
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Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy
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Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
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Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG
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Ironically when you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
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This flow here for King Rich, I won't stop till my team's richer
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Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinning
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My optimism is why I'm in this position
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You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion biting his victim
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I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
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Living till I'm dead, yeah
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Show your respect
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Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head
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Everything red
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Show no respect
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Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets
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Save your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
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Egghead just making omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
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This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just being honest
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Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls
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Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz to make sure a nigga never lost those
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Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
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Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
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Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
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Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ay nigga
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Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
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Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu
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'Cause we the children of the night
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Of the living dead, looking for some light
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I got some lean up in my Sprite
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I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!
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I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
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Living till I'm dead, yeah
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Show your respect
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Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head
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Everything red
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Show no respect
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Thorns & Horns
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| Lupe Fiasco |
