[Statik Selektah]
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This shit right here is called The Return Of Malcolm
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Don't take it too personal. Listen close
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[Royce]
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I feel like I'm at the height of my jump while y'all pivotin'
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While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here, ball in a year
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The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers
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The twenties is balled up
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You lookin' for singles they all in the air
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The hundreds of bitches that we murdered
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We ain't literally speakin'
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We just team up and we squirt all up in they hair
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Give us some coke and a promise
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Give us some nut in the throat
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She suck till she spittin' up coconut vomit
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Get it?
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Pardon me miss
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I'm just fed up with the way the system is set up
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The shit that they had me livin' in prison was better
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Rhymin' perfection
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Is it a set up?
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To give me a year in the county around the time of election?
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Or should I just shut up?
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Zip it or kick it?
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Try to get you to picture the vision
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Lyrically, this is my petition to picket
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Free me or, eventually see me
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The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my pee pee like a key to my cell
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To censor me is to censor my CD which inspires me
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To spit what will eventually be the key to myself
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Times is changin'
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Everybody's Gods the same
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But they minds ain't
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So I talk about they kind is dangerous
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Blacks against Affirmative Action sounds as insane
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As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
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A dead man's a dead man
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Ain't two of a kind
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You can't break me
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I'm head standin' doin' my time
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It's nothin'
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My crew bakin' my bread while I'm jail
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Had niggas buffin' my boots and makin' my bed
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Time will tell who down to bail
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If you gettin' down and how wild your arms will flail
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When I bomb I unwind like I'm a spawn from hell
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The only shots you takin' are those that evolve from shells
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(The following name has been edited to keep the peace)
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Something is on your mind then nigga say it
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You scared?
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If I was tryin' to X you out then you know you'd be dead
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You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head
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You little Stone Throwers
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You signed-to-a-label-ass-niggas ain't sayin' shit till you own yours
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Whenever them triggers is buckin'
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I got to write a label to Trojan requestin' them niggas to up it
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Cause my dick get bigger
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My balls get larger
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To a size that my drawers can't swallow
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For y'all it suicide
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The verbal amphetamine
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The [?] is cold place, inserted with Ketamine
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Spoken, they pulsate
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Earthquake
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Houston we got a problem
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I'm settin' your turf straight
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Your troops I private piles 'em up
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The holocaust (cost) you pay is Hitler's
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Way
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You dis me, and get merked for Christmas
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But the curse if gift less
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I'm the first to spit shit
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From a podium
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Go to your local church to get this
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Y'all sell chickens I only serve the biscuit
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Leave your blood on the street
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You get curbed with blisters
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Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain
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And I clear it out
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All the vets say I'm official
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And you can ask Diddy
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But now that I'm doing time like Shyne
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Nigga I'll probably (Press Play) on a pistol
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Political prisoner
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Got ammo around my torso like Rambo
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Banana around my waist like I'ma gorilla
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It's time to apply my pace now on the fo' rilla
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Bandanna around my face like dead prez
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[Woman's voice]
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Statik Selektah
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[Royce]
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Take a breather
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You are now ridin' with a flow the fliest
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Selassie inside
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Who Jesus chose
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Who Hov inspires
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Extreme formula in this chess game
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Accept change
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You the king
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We the queen corner a
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Best thing spittin' since a geyser
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The methane rhythm, it's supplier
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Written with the fire
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Doused by the best team
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With him when he ridin'
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Out
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Cause the check flame when it get divided
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Bout
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Niggas livin' through decisions
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Learnin' ain't givin' you the business
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Quittin' is a privilege
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Suited at a funeral, killin' any witness
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Over dead prez's
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I'm here to view the digits
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Clearin' out the air space
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Pointin' out who ain't dead
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Gods gift to this world
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I'm going out with reindeer
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Comin' back and bang ya
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Leap Year is a thang of the past
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When I return and spring from my ashes
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Like a deranged angel
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Who came cause you asked
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