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Four to five on minerals, I stand pinnacle
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Few admire smart line water, and all line heroes
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Fly like outta space, calories are zeros
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Sugar free water, an everyday miracle
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High nines, I arrive, tears of a God reside in closed eyes
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One with the gun, the day has come by
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Stayn in the cage, the wolves of our hive
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Nothin' to loose, nothin' to gain
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No one to tell, no one to blame
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I heart stripes tryna sport some fame
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Hustle in a bumble ward, ten A gage
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I amaze the common nature of rage
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Working like a slave for a little bit of praise
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Wool life, neva like MTV Maiden
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No room? Praise or fuck me for days
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I I I fuck you too
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Freed other animals caged up in the zoo
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Stand in the line, to watch their pain too
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Just feeling happy that I'm not you
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I fought ya, I monsta, I betta
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I harbor, dragged out the cave, but I wonder
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Into the ring, they sing with no authors(?)
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(Hook x3)
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Stay in the cage wit wolves with hard hides
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Chill, Joe Face, the sun is outside
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Shapes on the wall, I dunno why
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Maybe the truth be most likely lies
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(Verse)
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Force span digital clips hips invaders
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Show me the truth, incite, do me a favor
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Let me be the one pointing a laser
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Is it God, or another Dark Vader?
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I raise a blind on my saviour, can't homie die,
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My sound wakes th neighbors
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Hy, hater, what's the new dangers?
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Sentence me to death like I'm a stranger
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I fought a (???), go off, Al Quaseda
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My arm a mader, it's lucky I'm a raider
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Don;t pacidize Akira, my constellation is Lira
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Just gave a tongue, kissed Hera
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And then I ran the mascara
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(Hook x3)
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Stay in the cage wit wolves with hard hides
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Chill, Joe Face, the sun is outside
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Shapes on the wall, I dunno why
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Maybe the truth be most likely lies
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Plato's Cave
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| Cyne |
