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I'm sorry to leave you so without saying a bad word, but I'm so close to that last crack of yours
Pockets full, you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell. Yeah, I got the energy, something you know nothing about
When I break a mind, they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel

Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble. Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell. Yeah I got the energy, something you know nothing about
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel

Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble. Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell. Yeah I got the energy, something you know nothing about
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell. Yeah I got the energy, something you know nothing about

When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
I'm in cup, god flow, gospel
Marble step, know I'm moving hostile
Dirty cell yeah, you know nothing about me

Lunatic standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick. Still coming cold with the blades I chop
Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel. Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble
Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Dirty cell yeah, you know nothing about me

Lunatic standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell
Know I'm moving hostile
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick

Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell
Yeah I got the energy, something you know nothing about
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel

Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble
Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Lunatic standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick. Still coming cold with the blades I chop
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell

Yeah I got the energy, something you know nothing about
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel
Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble

Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel
Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble

Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
Pockets full you wear your mouth coming from the dirty cell
When I break a mind they be thinking I'm a lunatic. Standing in a dark room, dusting off a broomstick
Still coming cold with the blades I chop. Float grinding for a bankroll, spitting ghetto gospel

Dealing with desperation about to make me lose my Marble. Stepping into me wrong then you'll know I'm moving hostile
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