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could take my time 'cause it can't be late It takes three minutes for me to get in your head When you start to unravel all this shit that I said It
is about chasing the riches But that materialistic shit will fade away Don't get caught up in the modern day slavery tray It's only mass media
position - speed up lead the rest They don't need to rest, they need to see we blessed Yo, life is like a tide - shit come and it goes Somebody had to cry
realized that, I'm insane I'm enraged, engaged in a war with ways They can have me spray shots off the stage If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain?
I was tempted by your company And you've already noticed me I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying And you don't have to play
At every show I'm approached by those asking What my name means, no I'm not answering Those things cause it's not even mattering Let's start focusing on my
not that same killer That's just what you described" It's all over Imagine a war with no casualties Could never be flaws without shallow knees I
Wars, I'ma use this force Still coolin' off in central When I say central, I mean Drug Central Two big 40's and a chopped down dot dot Ready to lurk
grow The whole fucking world is a Truman Show A true to first like I'm Fucking smacking your Tonka They come with war tech They're smarter than Hannibal
Aye Take the horse to the river, you can't make it drip I see the fake in your eyes, you can't make a dream Mind's deep, ahead of time by far
split no bullshit once you get hit Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads If you strict catholic You're Arabic, King of Nazareth I'm John Huston, listen
that war But out of stubbornness or spite My feet stayed on the floor The duality I hid Had begun to claw and writhe But those sick, unsightly ids Now
was deep up in some beef Where was you at when I Was on the floor nigga You a hoe nigga I can see I'm in the war, shit be getting so deep I gotta ride
a blizzard, kid It’s colder than a meat locker Over thirty, still dirty Kids are full of bird shit I blurt assertively to Murder nerdy wordsmiths bax War, tier
mě jet, tak jak chci jet Pro mě ten shit určitě neni jed Za dob prohibice pořád vim, kde koupit tvrdej Furt vim kam mam jít, kdybych chtěl šňupat
your life and still Goin' out like Tookie Imagine niggas talkin' shit when They never knew me Imagine a movie that depicted the Pain in your life Like
moving swift Keep your eyes peeled for all this shit I'm a big man so by the Time the lights come on In the rave, I'm in the whip (Anyone can get it) Don't
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Count my shit One-fifty on my neck, know what I'm sayin'? I'm sippin' champagne I just bought a car, hundred
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