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If you run

[Verse 1: Killer
Sit as I ride on rhymes
Every line's like life on line, like life on
So every time I sit, write
I write rhymes like life on line, cause my life on
And since life's on line when I these rhymes
no time for lyin', no time for lyin'
So allow me to humbly
when I write rhymes I don't write, man I just rhyme
Cause the come out my mind
by divine design
And now's my time, talkin' to myself
When think I'm out my mind, out my mind
Cause it's in my heart, lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like marked her
My faulter, I didn't alter
I leave I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of
Pretty young girl, I [?] her
We make love, then sip on syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our
Gifts you get you are gifted
Bold and like Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now crack is
Cause time I flip a word
It's like I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the whole hood rippin' a
And every fien with a rock and flip, pocket got attacked
That'll his ass to cardiac
And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood
walk around, don't know how to act
Don't how to act
Michel Basquiat, you are not
Just a nigga that went pop, that went pop
You just a bitin' nigga went pop, that went pop
You no Biggie or Pac

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From the era where your pen real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese
to the jungle
Titans of the game, you're small, humble

[Verse 2:
Passion of Christ the passion of Pac
Surveillance on ave, every block
Big brother, above
Kids catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no
in on every inmate
Tryna focused, I gotta keep my pen straight
Fuck a federal at Penn State
We got no plane cause we get
blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds the lines in my rhymes
D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, what it's gon' be?
I'm tryna see Marshall saw
Pray it all 'fore martial law
One life to live and the steady tickin'
The people want more so the steady lickin'
street nigga, heavy kush roller
The government a virus like

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[Verse 3: KXNG
This is what I put my in
Livin' life bars, no pardon
Go and act hard then
I've gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will you up, bitch
I'm livin' like a pair of twins
Attached to each other, I give two fucks
Nah, cause y'all wild as
You rappers sound like a pile of
Fucked the pile of shit, and gave birth to a pile of shit
You of shit
But I'm the Chief that keep vodka
The heat cocker, a beat proper
The boy than a meat locker
The street chopper, it sound like a beat
Enemies stay
When they a weapon, they gon' see their reverend
When they see the gates of Heaven, 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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