[Verse 1:]
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Ten commandments, twenty-four hours
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The thirteenth floor was missing in the towers
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Hm, I thought I shouldn't be here
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I stayed an extra day because they said it's Leap Year
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Who's the wolf in sheep's clothing?
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Fuck it, the rabbit hit the drum and kept going
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Each word is the church and minister
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Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up
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Kicking park bench rhythms up till I visual a flow
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I stay at home sick and visit her
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Radio, I visit station nights
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It's kinda like their fucking visitation rights
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This ain't the place for my face in lights
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I'm tight driven living in the fucking shadowless life
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I dilate like pay attention
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Slow flow just to [?]
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I didn't die lately, I just slept on bed springs
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Can't define people, I just see dead things
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It ain't just rap, I body ladies in one line
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Talking slick to three chicks on text at one time
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My scene shattered words, they left broke in pieces
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Lines undone, half uncompleted
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To be continued dot dot dot
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Cliff hanger, my life is like I'm scaling a rock
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And it's on
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[Verse 2:]
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I spit that oxygen fire, still the illest high
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I spit that fly for now and feel it when it's live
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Move the crowd, got tools for the reddest eyes
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Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry
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I'm fully up to the task to pull the wooly over my face
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Into a masked location, don't even ask
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It's like damn another day in the life
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Like keep waking up from the previous night
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Vacation, I don't take it often
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I see parking lot stages and buses with bunks like coffins
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Clear customs with weed in my Levis
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The penalty was death but dodged Magnum PI
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What up People, happy Fourth of July
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On my street every year they fucking light up the sky
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I get the beat nothing here, what they want me to write?
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From the beach to the block, still banging at night
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To Be Continued...
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