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I know I'm high, but outside of dropping this kind of truth That an anti lie has been my pursuit... A bunch of industry plants that can't find their root... Sew the seed of doubt, I require fruit... Run circles around these clowns now Dropping mismatched vocals on top of a fire loop








Word, crack a head open to see the throne it conceived....
Give homie only a moment to breathe
Killed the game, sanctimoniously...
Kids peeping through the blinds, watching the accident...
Smack a cat so fast that not even Flash could've captured it...
Firestarter like, "That was lit".
If they have a chip on their shoulder, they better package it.
Or I'll rip their lil' ass, to bits.
Narrator like, "And not a scrap was missed"...
Blessed like blowing a manufactured kiss, from the Pastor's lips
Yeah, class dismissed. This is a field day.
So much food for thought, that I use this box as a meal tray.
You see this cypher? It's the real prey.
Get killed like, see the spilled brains...
So deep that if you were numb, you will feel pain
Not in the game no more, but I still train.
For 'real, sayin' I can kill Bane wit' this ill slaying
Drop nothing but hits... serving cats,
I should be getting all the customer's tips...
All about my business, but this, wasn't a pitch...
You son of a bitch,
my urge only gets higher if it doesn't get itched...
I get violent, shoot... Kylie Irving, by the hoop...
Birds keep chirping, 'till they try it then they fly the coup...
I know I'm high, but outside of dropping this kind of truth
That an anti lie has been my pursuit...
A bunch of industry plants that can't find their root...
Sew the seed of doubt, I require fruit...
Run circles around these clowns now
Dropping mismatched vocals on top of a fire loop
Tell em they can run this fade
You just bought a ticket to the "come get sonned" parade...
No refunds. Just me and these hands...
Easy transaction, each fist is better than Money Mart, if you need an advance...
Eating, in France... lobster plate, while I'm seated, in Cannes.
Yo' bitch sees the bulge in my jeans when she glanced...
It's busting out the seams of my pants...
"She got down" but... we didn't dance...
Her breathing enhanced... she immediately want this meat in 'er hands...
So much for your evening plans on meeting her
I beat it up so bad it got you wondering if there was even a chance...
Nah, there wasn't... but don't feel bad...
You can still have the type of relationship that got Jada and Will mad...
Fucking cuck... figured liken you to a celebrity would be a sure way to shut you up...
Give you this "lower", "mid", and "upper"-cut...
It's contempt that I have for you, and nothing but...
I fight like an Irish, but the way I beat that pussy, it wasn't Luck...
Far from it, in fact... she thought her back was broken...
I asked her, she said "Spinal.." so, I passed her Motrin.
Back to this rap, I'm a bear trap for any cat approaching...
See the fire, to smoke out all of the scattered roaches...
Even if my momentum is quelled...
You'll get your skull rung till your cranium is representing a bell...
School's out... extinguish all of your used clout...
What I've learned is, it's easier to put a foot in a huge mouth...
Be like, that head of yours? That is my shoes, now...
Too foul. It's fire, n' there's just no putting this fuse, down.

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