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and dead (dead, dead, dead)
And see no other way instead ('stead, 'stead, 'stead)
Can't put a gun against your head (head, head, head)
If you're too weak,

they all want to stare
Stuck in my cage but shit just unlocked
No more getting searched by the cops
We was out on the dock after midnight
High off some

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Global Warming had wiped out the endangered field mouse 
The stockings were hung by

Benedictus fructus, fructus ventris
Ventris tuae, Jesus
Ave Maria

We're together, though the weather
May keep us inside
We'll take it and stride
By

it's beyond repair, you're in the red with it
Extend this olive branch then hit you in the head with it
Used to be cool, now it's rare we speaking
Gotta

and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep

As I journeyed to some avail
Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail
Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail
(An impending anxiety

Im a fun guy
Taking some fungi
Wanna come by
Lookin for a fun time
Shoot them in a drive by
Pop pop
Watch the body drop drop
Count the Guala up like

the morbid rain
Awkward brain can't take
The dormant rage
Your mundane
So you're bored
And brawl for games
It's all just an awful waste
Man
Waste man
Waste man

Hey
Yeah
Can you tell me what you mean by ant eye
For sure
I am ant aye
It's a sight see
Check it
I'm the one you see
Walking down the street

want none you aint real you're an Imposter 
They all going flatline go ahead and call the doctor you Call yourself a G but you like to cock block us
I

you really feel
And it's been on my mind so share your heart with me

I'm passing by a child whose eyes are shining red
A summer sky I'm starting

Of grandiose sermons to the Great Serpent
Humble servants pulsating with purpose

We're the Children of the Old Ones, here since the itza (beginning)
Lesser

I hope you got the message and it ain't sweet
But I can play by your mind games baby
Moody spicy mixed with crazy
Imma blast off feeling spacey 

I'm

driving four by four
It's a big degree murder when the ball's in my court
Don't be a bitch I flick the switch when I get a itch
To insist for a kill switch,

Shake that, got that
Kodak, post that
Fuck that
Empress only if you’re doing it for you
Empress they can't tell you what to do
Empress they don't

hands
I like your little black'n'white checkered vans
You like the picture with the red pants
These are just a couple things,
You and i understand
If they

of Louisiana
c driver run the red light and run bikers down
On their Harley Davidson to the Bayou Saloon
The biker's groom

Get up oh oh
Get up now
Get up oh oh

a fuck if you're happy or sad
No one gives a fuck if your day is going bad
Everything is horrible and it's getting worse
Don't act like you're happy when

these idiots blame
I just disregard the ratings on my video games
These are red herring flaws in the links that they claim
Is it too much to ask for them

and hit 'em
'til a black eye swole
And by gosh, I'm serious
Said I'd appear and sap thy souls
Pray to the Lord, if you're real
Come around here and grant my

Trying to squeeze in your plays before the endgame
Otherwise you risk your kings life
Checkmate
Cuz chances are you’re a pawn eh
And while there’s a chance

I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's

and white ,
And he got X if ya want that too
Bro banged him up like Tyson
Left him red , no piru
Bro gon clean up with no dyson
Half of these boys are fuckin