| Fuck ‘em all, getting life for my felonies
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| Kicking rhymes in the max A, lyrics get my tier threes
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| Contracts on me, dead some want me
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| They can’t kill me, but, still, they hunt me, spirits
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| Dance around my bed. |
| Some protect me, some haunt me
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| Voices in my head, they don’t stop talking
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| A new to time travel, through dreams I’m walking
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| I kill telepathically, foes I’m stalking
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| Speak in native tongue, interpretation awkwardly
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| Although the eagle’s bald, America is hawking me
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| Many are called, but few are chosen
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| Plenty have fell, but few have risen
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| Been through wars, and, still, I’m breathing
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| Incarcerated for a while, but now out of prison
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| The police on pay just to watch me, but jealous
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| Motherfuckers do this shit for free—so much hate around me
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| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel
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| Speeds of light. |
| We got keys to release the trife
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| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these
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| Kites more precious than ice. |
| You gonna hear us though
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| Ride your dreams out, the new way of traveling
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| Despite all the rough terrain, sailing like a javelin
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| At night, he composes like Mozart
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| Same time, warrior fighting with a broke heart
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| I’ll put that on my soul. |
| May your soul forever live in Hell
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| For mercy so pure. |
| You’re forgiven—just forgive yourself
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| Wonder, «Can we handle this?» |
| Jesus Christ Nazareth
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| M.I.C. |
| scientist—watch how we dismantle death
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| This the wake up. |
| Step back, take a good look
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| A higher learning that’s way beyond a good book
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| Certain youngsters, it’s a shame how motion, styles are stolen
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| If my man ain’t walking right now, I ain’t either—how we rolling?
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| (How we rolling?) On the crack of Kurious, chief and captain
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| GM Grimm general. |
| This is real, there’s no acting
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| Without no alibi, bugging off this natural high
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| What is true from the heart enough to make a statue cry
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| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel
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| Speeds of light. |
| We got keys to release the trife
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| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these
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| Kites more precious than ice. |
| You gonna hear us though
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| 400 years, built tombs with Egyptians
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| Engraved my inscriptions, encoded encryptions
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| My diction’s prolific while yours is prosaic
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| I’ll smash your tablet, built the mosaic
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| Wrote half my rhymes in ancient Aramaics
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| So only the highest scholars could catch it when it say it. |
| Other
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| Half ancient Sanskrit—fuck, could they stand it?
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| Fifty-two cans hit, destroy your mass transit
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| The ink bandit back from Samuel Underberg
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| Supermarket purple diluted with the Thunderbirds
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| Straining through the felt, it penetrates the membranes
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| Spit it, leave a phlegm stain, slanging on your M Train
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| Traveling
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| Move forward, change life, game tight, travel
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| Speeds of light. |
| We got keys to release the trife
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| Through speech, we relieve the strife, send these
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| Kites more precious than ice. |
| You gonna hear us though
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| «Traveling through the mind. |
| One time» — Sample from Nas on Large Professor ft.
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| Nas — «One Plus One» (x4) |