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it so dem cannot contest
I am dauntless, we nuh fraid fi dabble in de darkness,grimey killie pun me shoulder heartless
45 compressed,18c de nozzle dat

dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best

cannot move dah force yah 
From pool Deh yah di tool Deh round yah, mek we move dah crowd yah (Knock it) 
Is a group a posers (watch it)
Pussy move from

You enter, step in the room, four, five
My over compressed thoughts and ways make you get live
You are the patient, and I, your black doctor,

We had the tools, we had the tech, we had the art
With all the universal nature in our heart
We've forgotten why
And they've forgotten why, wa why, wa

Pockets stuffed with pinks n blues
I can collect off the streets n collect off iTunes
You tell the engineer to hit record just to lie on pro tools
Niggas

this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black

revolution
It's a deep one online video and audio
Immediately accessible to everyone all
Over the world it's turned the spoken word
Into a tool
That has

that grow your wings
VERSE 1
First time fixing the tools you always did
Now you’re not here it seems I knew so much I hid Hour by hour, you fly a little

The caliber stretched to last and impress
The package compressed
I'm passing em out
Ground working til the crown surface
Manifest destiny I can see it so vivid

taking off a prom dress
Where it on my sleeves, all these feelings don't get compressed
Crossing off the list everything I want accomplished
I'm Aladdin

business, got no interest, can't invest 
I was plugged in, got them bugging, all my problems got compressed 
I was stubborn, I was young, and I was vexed
Been

the type of shit my counsellors hate when I Express
Litres in my pint, easy to swallow, pills on my plate, hard to digest
My mind, state's compressed
Meds

the type of shit my counsellors hate when I Express
Litres in my pint, easy to swallow, pills on my plate, hard to digest
My mind, state's compressed
Meds

the type of shit my counsellors hate when I Express
Litres in my pint, easy to swallow, pills on my plate, hard to digest
My mind, state's compressed
Meds

in a Christians
I call them a false profit
Like the sales they wish it-
Brough
My head is hot
Compressed each thought
Like a freaking spring lock

And I heard myself, grown up, compressed
Flow was ji hot, I might need a cold compress
So I wrote complex rhymes to keep my arm stretched
From my

Hip-hop's dominion
Cultural appropriation
Debated by the rigid
When you let offspring
Live television authenticated
Went to colonial school
Neo-colonial tools

Cold, Dark, and Empty

Vinnie Paz

God of the Serengeti

2012

bundles
You don't understand struggle? I'll rob you for your gun tool
I'm barkin' on police, monster on the beats
Got a chop it in the car? Gotta chop it

An experience that couldn't fit compressed
Even inside a seven sentence
Heaven's ascent, a greater gift from little ides
So even evenings fade away like y'all