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Clear Light

by Buckshot

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Okay that shit that you talkin is outdated It’s a whole new level and I’ve made it The membrane glass of the memory of this massive Matrix Tryna figure out who the fastest race is Huh, and that’s not racist If you think so, you’re one of the slow paces Keep up at night when the streets all foom to eat you Other creeps out eat nuts Yea, most like Lizzy Cash in my shoes when I cruise like me ID, what’s the subject? Well I’m subject to shit that seems suspect What’s next? Nah, what’s now And you think about the shit I’m about to bust down Aren’t you clowns in the circus act? On Youtube, tryna murder some facts Wait, tryna earn some trap And this motherfucker go the nerve to rap? Fail, so you want a trailer Tell this motherfucker, is that illuminati real? Please, damn it’s a shame what some people would do for that fame Now look at em You off, so now you on courses Saying the rich doctors is a child of the wolves, come on Dog roulette, what the fuck is that? (what’s that) What the fuck is that? (We’ve been hearing a lot about the illuminati What’s up to the illuminati? Illuminati is killin all that this year That’s props at…) What you call that? What you call that? [Repeat x2] Not Illuminati Not Illuminati Not Illuminati But eyes on the money Alright we know who’s down now what’s the plan? This guy don’t mean shit to a nigga like me, man Man, all I see is fam on a quest for land So all that shit yall hearing about some rain man Hah, it get washed away And all that fake rap beef get squashed at bay Why? ‘Cause beef don’t make bread like it used to Back in the days when Pac played his was real, yours was not You just a nigga broke and bleeding, won’t you stop? Band-Aid the bullshit, Will you see what my man may go that I roll shit then close shit, out Got her out stressed and hurt When you ball from the underground you come up with dirt Yea, propaganda When you lie to the people for lots of candors That’s a shame, what you call that? Not Illuminati What you call that? What you call that? What you call that? What you call that? What you call that? The Illuminati out of here that’s talkin about Illuminati and Illuminati that But Illuminati’s crap and Illuminati’s rap Yo P, I don’t know if all this stuff I’ve been hearing about Illuminati is real but we gon call Killuminati ‘Cause we killin it 2000 and what now, you feelin it What?

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