Rain Man (Cosmic Remix) [Acapella]

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Khem Boi & Dr. Hollyhock

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It's the rain man remix
Thank you god
Never sell your soul
Just pray
Work hard

I chase the money like it's my first high
Erase the paper as a f*ck you to the iris in the sky
I've been second my whole time so why would I lie
Old schoolies think I'm in the air like Wi-Fi
Foldable toolies and built in silencers make me Sci-Fi
A lot of danger brought wide third eye
A wise guy turned wise guy rapping Lo-Fi for hi-fives

Cocaine skydive doesn't matter I'm alive
Trying to survive for a third drive
Maybe too many drugs for this one guy
I'm not okay but I'm alright
Out here getting one alt-right
Antifa too shit and its all three incels' fault right
Add it all together for a left
I've been fresh to death since I was five
Just read back the numbers in my lines

Got a plug I gotta date a lot of love a lot of hate
Not the one to levitate I need two to set me straight
Like a three way heavyweight I fucked before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven walking giant with a nine
Even if you're born again you'll never be top ten
Not even ninety nine broke with coke in eighty eight
Head ass motherfuckers even with seventy seven
You unlucky cocksuckers something missing like
Sixty six all red fifty five apocalypse like its forty four
Hungry world its thirty three but no power roaring like a twenty two
I'm time traveling mac eleven trying to reach these kids no reverend
Shout out to my Crooklyn brethren never moving straight but
Miss us with that gay shit we out here cracking eggs like how to basic
Whole life been dodging agents it's the matrix all that federali talk
Its all fake shit You oxymorons like my last line 
Couldn't even cook for your own relapse
Perhaps you should've listened to Chris
Be on some money shit study shit instead of some bummy shit
What the f*ck you want from me shit
Yo check the Fibonacci sequences in my syllables

Can't believe it's been a year
Time just goes by like that

I don't need a three five seven to get even
Odd how two or four you are still breathing
I know private detectives are still trying to follow me
Seventeen shots will leave em wobbly
Check the discography
You know I ain't talking liquor or photography
Leave em cracked out like bad cryptography
Why would you bother me
I play with pure skill while you rely on dumb luck
This irrational number don't give a f*ck let the Glock buck
And turn them to another statistic
Let's call it street addition
I've been turning crews into fractions
Just for turf and a position
Really what's missing
Just subtraction maybe multiplication
I'll give your whole faction a new division
I know I've been cooking every summer but
Still on a come up I'm a staple in the lab
Like Avogadro's number

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