| The myth of a man, bet your bridges wither and dance
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| Oblivious now, primitive, I’m Olympia, now it’s routed in pistols
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| Allow me to buy the album child imbeciles and I was a coward ten powerful
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| minutes for
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| The crowd, the men, rowdy about as as sour diesel, out to seek a
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| Out to reaching demons around nigga and now, them now, seek the child
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| Teach em how I’m preaching means and while even rhymes, leaking by the evening
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| Who would’ve thought the hammer hit ya?
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| The Ruger spark leave you handicapped trapped in wheelchairs
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| Drop bomb come flow forming on
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| And pour the rum Don Corleone
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| Take this off of the vengeance, refuse to amend all you’re used to,
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| remember that you’re useful
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| Ah, and the Godfather speaks, R.A., Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on a beat, lets go
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| You go against the family
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| You get buried, it’s R.A., Afro, Stoupe and Vinnie P
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| Cause most these rappers nowadays just fairies
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| And y’all could never fuck with JMT
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| (Fuck around and catch the left and the right fists)
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| Yo, to the piano blue diablo, do a do Diallo
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| Out to Kilimanjaro, animal Italiano
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| by a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow
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| Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado
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| Life gone, I’m beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm
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| Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom
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| Man Van Damme, kick a foe man tan
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| Wigawoo bam bam, bigalow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe
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| Sold my eighty Bananarama, the har-di-har
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| Had to hammer the Alabama to where the crackers are
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| Animated Hannah rather the camera in avatar
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| Stamina like the men out of Panama passing the law
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| Mack and Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar
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| Back when assassin like come back with walkers and
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| Pill to a pylaunchy, the ill Bill Cosby
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| Ill hobby, kill the body of, I killed Gandhi
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| Ya like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights
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| Mics, syllables, slain, slit your is a precise slice
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| Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life, Christ
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| And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise twice, common
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| Common, the mythical man who come from indivisible fam
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| You pitiful fam, this shit is gonna get physical fam
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| You kicking the can, I’m visual like Dariel
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| I’m gentle like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental
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| If that ain’t what you was into, I’ll slide inside of your mental
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| And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental
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| I body you with the Ginsu, but that’ll probably be drawn
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| It’s not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone
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| And I’mma probably be wrong and y’all will probably be on
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| The anomaly is how you’ll be on a quality song
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| The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed
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| The bodies have been piling up like I’ve been silently calm
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| I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em
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| Riddlin with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline
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| A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy
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| The only way to really begin again is to end again
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| (You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over
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| You know who I am, come out your belly and get shot drastically
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| You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over
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| You know who I am) |