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Get back up in the streets, so the rumors can be dead 
Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head 
Bumba claat watch, now watch me I'm

I’m aimin for top 10 but can’t be number 2
You know why? Cause I already came up out the shit
Young nigga back in Kenya listening to Biggie knowing

I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say

been mad
'Cause I'm way too fuckin' old to be havin' a step dad
That prolly has a trailer in the sticks that's a meth lab
Who in two months is gonna

scared
Got these people that's looking at
Me like the dead
I'm in the building, got out of the shed
Every new billing goes straight to my head
Third in

it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other

and freedom is chaos
Now, the present moment is the greatest time in the history of the existence to be alive

Let's be grateful and our future will be fruitful

*Humms* 

Verse 1 
Yea, 
Show me to the safe, I need all the bank, 
Wrong side of town, First 48, 
Trap house jumping, How can I escape, awww. 
Dead

repentance
For I am not of this dimension
Bitch this is 2Dimm
Promise nothing more then a
dead kin when I see him
Bitch!
Undertaker with the tombstone
You

seat
Look at these rappers like lunch meat
I compete with the dead living anyone who rattle on
So many demons I could build my own Babylon
So prattle

dick anally and orally
I envoke evil and harm 'cause I'm bad morally
I'll fuck a dead body that stinks
yeah Sodomania made me rape Tiffany Mynx
I went

dead, aye
Hide in your room, your lil sister gon catch this red eye
And you know that your girlfriend still be on my line, aye
Said I'm deep-fried but her

started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not

open your mouth
And they say that they'll leave yo ass dead
Dont know why they pressed
They scared 'cause I'm death
Spoke under my breath
Then I shot 'em

Oh, my name is Krytic, but you already know
I'm that guy you told nah you would never blow
Ten years later I don't do it for radio
2nd year, highest

for a minute
Did you miss me
Top 5 dead or alive, don't forget me

What's this in my jeans
Pocket full of Queen's
Spending Lizzy on every na that's in

More Than a Stab
2. I shouldn't have been born

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They say you live and then you die
Well nigga i done lived a million times
Dead every night
Shit this Henny got me nice
Got to fall before you fly
First

It's like this and like that, uh
I think I'm KRS
I think I'm Dead Prez
I think I'm 2Pac, nigga, I need some fuckin' meds
I think I'm Eminem, I'm

of self doubt
When I was stuck in a slump
Who could I trust to help now?
But now they look to me for advice
As if I'm no longer the one
That's never

a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish
Just wonder when I die
How much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I'm

like a fool
This name is mine
Run and go hide
1945
The war had just ended
Hitler just descended
We rejoice cause he dead and
Sixty years later my mom was

yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it will be hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna

needing to be in a coffin
To be coughing to be living to be alive
‘cause I’m a dead man fucking walking
Listen, I like that, nice
Everybody around me eating