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(Murda)

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The one hidin' out, posing shame
That's a lot of rage
We flood fire
Outwear gear worn indoor
Willingly hands floor
Wood plowin' a few more doors
Fingers don't slow by the whole
Roll, run it by decimal
Test shows while tentacles all got a hold
Suction down my toes
Eventually cast away the delicate stoner
Back to the lunar
Walkin' down shooter
Zune on my hip
Think that I bounce? Curve a whole ounce
Illest that I know
Flossin' the right code
This here Is psycho
Gettin' it's vital
Follow a shadow (But..)
Back to Revival (Murda)

But I chug down liquor 'til my teeth feel white
I'm flyer than a Benz in the deep of the night
I'm a nightmare, can't pretend
Y'all don't equal light
Matter fact, y'all don't equal shit
Give a batter chain reaction
When my brain is out of fashion
Like a rag, I tag in action
This a plain and fatal 'traction
When you're runnin' outta traction
Start to slippin' in your matches
Get to sleepin' on your mattress
Used to fuckin' with an actress
And I see you outta practice
Say you deeper than Atlantis
Why I see you askin' Alice
See you praying like a mantis
I'm a have to give you malice
I'm a bash you with this mallet
'Til you scream that I'm the foulest
Ain't no fuckin' wit no fallacies (Murder)
Try to give me more then I'm a catch you in the alleyways
I really don't care where you came from
That way, I only wonder where you're going
And I wonder if it's pourin'
You can't play wit' me, I'm foreign
I'm a stupid little boy and I think I really need a toy and they gon' rip you up wit' joy
And I'm a see you in the mornin'
They gon' speak on all their mourning
I'm a leave 'em where they goin'
They ain't stupid if they hoin'
Lest they ready, steady growin'
They ain't catchin' like they throwin'
They a Godzilla, grown
And they a face eatin' drone
They gon' spy on what you own until they take it for their own
You gon' sit and let em go? Or you gon' stand and say, "no!"
Cause its tired of the show
Bitch is tired of the hoes
They want it runnin' down their nose
They ain't comin' down the rows yet
Shout's to the gold, it's the one that's unnoticed
You know that you the boldest
Burnin' down the whole set
Catch you with the focus
Miss you with the bullshit
Now you in your two-step (Murda)
Love the way you do it
And they wonder why it's slowed down
Till they on the fences
Want to see it teared down
Guess they on the 'ffenses
Love to see it go down
Infiltrate apprentice
Replicate the trenches
Emulate possession
Manipulate consensus
Till they at concessions
Buyin' every thing you mention
And I swear, "in what dimension am I?"
Kicked out of class and sent to detention
Left on the road like a dog with no past
I'm a make my own path
I'm a straight go back to the face with a mask
Like a base when I bask
That a plank or a plaque
Is it great or is it bad

Murda murder murda mixer tang
The one hidin' out, posing shame
That's a lot of rage
We flood fire
Outwear gear worn indoor (Murda)
Willingly hands floor
Wood plowin' a few more doors
Fingers don't slow by the whole
Roll, run it by decimal
Test shows while tentacles all got a hold
Suction down my toes
Eventually cast away the delicate stoner
Back to the lunar
Walking down shooter
Zune on my hip
Think that I bounce? Curve a whole ounce
Illest that I know
Flossin' the right code
This here Is psycho
Gettin' it's vital
Follow a shadow
Back to Revival

(Murda)

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