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It's the classic underground styles of the urban The kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x)
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It's the classic styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking and sparking tags quick (x4, alternating jus, el-p)
Shit, I feel I wear the city air wet leather Alone, though the dwells so closely together Alarmingly dependent on I was raised as a child to keep me one Trying to white noise from my tv keeps me numb Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as God's son, not a but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, 'em a little something extra on the set Licking a slug at brandon lee just to be offensive like Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone fulfill me Just cause I'm pinoy don't mean the not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even remains anonymous From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and promises To myself, born to be the b-boy of stealth Who plot a point on the graph for every crab that he Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic of dark euthanasia Fifty pen and pain phrase in alphabetical arrangement Caught a cat scan to color my delusion and frame it Battle my old with a quote from cold fusion explain shit the three wheels hit the target I'mma get a new life market, with on But can only to fall all over harlots and sirens And those who really love me Who in truth embody the rarity of starlets My man had a humor expressing and gentle We played all night Smoking cigs till the sun entered the temple From a bad of substance of hell his brain swelled It filled with in october, trouble and on a bus to ac When I saw his grave, I had the so I doubled him And affirmed to teach myself to float my way credit And the between something low and the love to keep them separate And blitz commander won his armful needs a medic You must expedite of truth and stick to it Choose a concrete and bad noise to fluid Rubble becomes structure the beauty of confusion Alchemy: heal your with art, learn to use it
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It's the classic underground styles of the urban The krazy kings be caps and sparking tags quick (10x)