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[Bigg Jus]
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
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The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x)
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I was once in the land where things would never go right
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There lived a king who sang a swan song of afternoons and home life
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Well he was found lost murdered a mile away in yards and turnpikes
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God bless little Lune TNS who got in him inhaling a few migraines
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He stays on the shells and denims
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Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling 'em
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But ah, BS119 and wore black TVS and a long purple robe
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Snatched up should portray his weapon
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Forever flood the maddened chains and keep the revelations guessing
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Whether through mind over matter mediation
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Self actualization or even zoning out through deep relaxation
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Yo, I came across grown men too scared to dream
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I walked past them as a child with a staff on the south side of Queens
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Where the wild ones eye the title percent idol
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Only thought was attain luxury, like the elevation wasn't vital
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To keep pace with a crew that rallied back then, I'm treacherous
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And willpower exploded stars out the path of nexuses
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A true rebel who's, like, technically inclined to
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Attract wannabe scientifical gold diggers and forty-niners
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Empower you or strangle your ass like with the grapevine
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I'm never out for the fame whereas I was told to bring fame to my name
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And keep motivated on the down low
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Like a northbound Jersey packed train, apart from this
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My crew, tight-knit circle with arsonists quick to set it
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Like the rain forest gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are
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If you ain't really witness the invisible
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The clairvoyant rhyme blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile
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It's like, as I approach the two three hearts death's in the blow
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Still one sixteenth of a gram is critical when it enters, so
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
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The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick
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(x4, alternating Bigg Jus, El-P)
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[El-P]
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Shit, I feel asphyxiated
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I wear the city air like wet leather
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Alone, though the populace dwells so closely together
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Alarmingly dependent on technology I was raised as a child to keep me
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one
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Trying to outrun white noise from my TV keeps me numb
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Mr. Disgusted, fortified, ill as confunksion
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God's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective
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Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected
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Cell pack, give 'em a little something extra on the set
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Licking a slug at Brandon Lee just to be offensive like tech
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Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone can't fulfill me
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Just cause I'm Pinoy don't mean the government's not trying to kill me
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The krazy king to whom even himself remains anonymous
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From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises
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To myself, born to be the b-boy of stealth clashes
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Who plot a point on the graph for every crab that he harrasses
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Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic heart of dark euthanasia
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Fifty thousand pen and pain phrase in alphabetical arrangement
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Caught a CAT scan to color print my delusion and frame it
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Battle my old pseudonym with a quote from Cold Fusion explain shit
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Before the three wheels hit the target
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I'mma get a new life market, with bells on
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But can only seem to fall all over harlots and sirens
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And ignore those who really love me
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Who in truth embody the rarity of true starlets
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My man had a humor that's expressing and gentle
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We played backgammon all night
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Smoking Kool cigs till the sun entered the temple
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From a bad merger of substance of hell his brain swelled
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It filled with liquid in October, trouble and on a bus to AC
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When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I doubled him
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And affirmed to teach myself to float my way more credit
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And the serum between something low and the love to keep them separate
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And blitz commander won because his armful needs a medic
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You must expedite functions of truth and stick to it
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Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid
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Rubble becomes structure from the beauty of confusion
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Alchemy: heal your pain with art, learn to use it
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[Bigg Jus]
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