| I light the firecracker, wire-tapper
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| Tryna crack the, pieces of information, he should asked us
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| Game chopper, insane logic, brain brolic
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| Trained pilot, I aim at plain targets
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| Keep rollin', stay glowing
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| So cold, it would behoove fools to chill or be frozen
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| No wins for those kids
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| Gon' get burnt out burning the fuse at both ends
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| Trend-starter, get larger
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| It’s do or die, see what I do to fools who pretend they martyrs
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| Who are you? |
| Don’t argue
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| Like you so familiar with the anatomy you claim, no part 2
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| Forecastin' more fashion, sportcastin'
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| Playin' ‘em for a spell, no more racket
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| So hot, robots gon' pop
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| Deactivate their program, that’s a remote stop
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| («Skill is needed—are you interested? Keep the frequency clear»)
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond
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| Got shit designed for the ear
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| Just to make you recline like a chair
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| Man of the board, over affairs
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| You see it come and go like it was invited there
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| Keep it to yourself, though, that ain’t for tell
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| Or you’re undone and your prophecy fail
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| Come to the conclusion it probably failed
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| When foes brew a plot like ale
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| For the dough, they’ll go against the grain
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| No matter how you slice it, that’s a crummy way to play
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| They got it coming to ‘em like age
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| When they turn up and they on another page
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| They phased out, last year they got played out
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| Frequency too weak, transition, they way out
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| Going nowhere, their transmission gave out
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| Gassed up but can’t accelerate now
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| Who cares? |
| It’s time to celebrate now
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| By breaking down how they fear of a breakdown
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| Trying to be swift, pump your brakes now
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| Word travels fast soon as it break out
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| Foes we take out once we give the order to go
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| We drive through and then they get what they paid for
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| Unstable situation—who's supporting them, though?
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| I don’t know
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond
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| Damn, I had them sad eyes when my dad died
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| Why are the pure guys always the bad guys?
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| I ain’t from here, I just passed by
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| Why you always cattin' on your last life?
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| Little do they know, I ain’t little no more
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| I ain’t saying I’m the biggest, I’m just bigger than most
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| You flashy with your bread, cinnamon toast
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| All these rappers are actors in cinema shows
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| Oakland showed me how the third eye open
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| Slow motion, sipping magic potion
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| Lonesome, home alone, Macaulay Culkin
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| Broken, I think apocalypse approaching
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| In the danger room but my name ain’t Logan
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| Hot enough to light a fire in the ocean (so hot)
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| Watch the walls all close in
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| It’s game over for you now, insert one more token
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond
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| What they’ll never see, and who they’ll never be
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| You are so far beyond |