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I am a cult artist I am Manson
I am not a pop star I ain't dancing
Yellow bricks on the road necromancer
I'm the wizard Ozzy Oz like it's Kansas
I am

New York City

Kool Keith

The Lost Masters

2003

receive pure shit 
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs 
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll 
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure

a remark

In a hibernation nation
We live our hibernated lives
In lingering queue of civil registries
We marry hibernated wives

Maybe some say we gonna

[Verse 3:]
Give me my props nigga, who you know got them yellin KC,
MO overseas makin Europe straight hop nigga,
I need a answer man, you a cancer man,

the handgun cause
Cancer on the lung
10, 000 grams from my Spanish
Plug with the hair plugs
Sound like music to my eardrums, fuck

You already know, the fuck

plans in advance
My chain is as fake as my friends
Were neva gon blow up in Kansas
Sorry for all of this banter, only wish you would just answer
Growing

meanings if you got it twisted
Twisting like tunnels of air out in Kansas
Twist of the knife and you out like excisions 
Cancer to Capricorn, we gon see

Allen I was The Answer
Niggas was shootin', survivin' bullets was like cancer (cancer)
Couple private dancers down in Tampa
Ducking from the cameras,

Linguistic, aye, Ah!
I left the stove on and got cancer, cancer
Dancing on the stove stop bout I'm Prancer
I left the stove on, and burnt my hand like Chris

cancer, nigga
It's still fuck Izzo, who the fuck he think he is
Bitch told me she was pregnant, I said fuck them kids
Cleveland nigga, I'll slam a bitch,

Kansas anymore ‘cause we in LA (LA)
This bitch used to curve me now she popped up at the telly (Telly)
I just wanna get to the point in life where I throw

On the line, rip it off the curb, in the Audi
In the bed, in the sheets, my name you better shout it
Bands up, bands up
I thought you was loyal, you a cancer

like, I like
I like to write rhymes and act like an asshole
(Check it)

I like kids in Kansas, playing with stun guns.
Like MTV, playing my re-runs.
Like

mom raised two while battling cancer
Really trying to paint the canvas using these stanzas
Out in Kansas by my [?] like a freelancer
And my father

and a cancer in Kansas
Cause ain't nobody like my ancestors

Necromancer cause I talk with the dead
And soon we'll already be some of them

Life is a minute, but

with Me. 

While I'm staring at this blank Canvas
Thinking to myself like damn I got to Leave Kansas
Last year I wanted to be the hottest On the campus

So many questions bout life
N I'm just tryna understand it
Like
Why fuck my Aunt Bev aint beat cancer
Like
Tell me why I pray
N never get an answer
N

here with me. 

While I'm staring at this blank canvas
Thinking to myself like damn I got to leave Kansas
Last year I wanted to be the hottest

shit was wild 
Times done changed, my cousin tywan blew out his brains
I feel bad nene had cancer and I still sold her Caine 
Wyandotte county jail

Staying up all night, my thoughts eat me like cancer
The badder enchanted, my brain is my canvas
My rhymes are tornadoes and this beat is stuck in Kansas

reprimanded 
Watch a nigga run 100 up like Barry Sanders
Drop the house on ya bitch and say you not in Kansas
Been the hardest nigga spittin since I was in

looking like Kansas
Yeah I'm doing a dance
Damn bitches do they dance
Chopper gone ring like cancer
Chapo gone ring got cancelled
Make a pussy scared like

we caught em out in transit
Question with a tre im a need a answer
I'm a need two more just like cancer
I'm a make it rain deer like prancer
Know a lot

And what you doing
Lets go boo
Let's go

Yo
Bars dripping off of stanzas
Art dripping off a canvas
Feeling far away from Kansas
Tell me who got all