(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
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Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
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Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
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Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler
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Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture
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I branch out, arms flailing backwards
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wailin upon a tidy sound circuit
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slightly foul Gershwin
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with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service
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workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace
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I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler
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Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor
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stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn Rip Van
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in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet
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Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left
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Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what)
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I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golde veins
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Until the day I die from grimace overload
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It's shock (it's shock)
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treatment offered by the weekend
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dystopian getaway, let's display the sequence it goes:
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One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless
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And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet)
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I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure
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And charge cats for labeling me shepherd
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"That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,
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I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons"
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Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom
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Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon
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Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop
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And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
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Kill em all, yield
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(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother
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I just read and pulled the trigger)
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Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates
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capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase
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the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers
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There aint nothin broken, where you at?
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The pistons pump perfect, where you at?
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The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?
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This service is a urgent workin surgeons
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Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack
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(Chorus 2x)
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What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly)
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What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly)
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What are you saving, honestly? (damn)
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Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize
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What you holdin aint really broken?
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I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend)
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I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend)
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I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end)
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And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen.
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All I ever really wanted was a getaway
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I'ma take a chance by letting the rook slide forward outta my hands
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I can not agree to follow a leader along the borderline of war
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without a reason for the ready, aim, score
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Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile
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and burn em with the novels for the kiddies to admire
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Kill the ones that speak from a different life
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Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
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Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
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Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
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Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but
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I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
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(and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
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Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
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Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
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But can't see past the loophole
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Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets
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With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise
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(let em grow leisurely)
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Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this path
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Once my shpeel's perfected I'ma save you a seat in the front row
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Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar
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And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud
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I tack hacks to the (backboard)
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Honesty's a (latchcord)
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Fury's far from (obsolete)
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Serenity's a (crack war)*
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Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor
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With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors
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Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage
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Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged
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Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to
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sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record
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(Chorus 2x)
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The Authors, they aint got nothin to save
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The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save
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Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save
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The Addams Family, they aint got nothin to save
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Weightless, they aint got nothin to save
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Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save
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Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save
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Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to save
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it's llike that
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***- crack whore
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Save Yourself
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| Aesop Rock |
