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It's the classic underground of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags (4x)
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the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be caps and sparking tags quick (x4, bigg jus, el-p)
Shit, I asphyxiated I wear the air like wet leather Alone, though the populace dwells so 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 martyr but a fresh working member of a Who through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, 'em a little something extra on the set Licking a slug at lee just to be offensive like tech Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex can't fulfill me Just cause I'm pinoy mean the government's not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even himself remains From to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises To myself, born to be the of stealth clashes Who a point on the graph for every crab that he harrasses Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic of dark euthanasia Fifty thousand pen and pain phrase in alphabetical Caught a cat scan to color print my and frame it Battle my old pseudonym a quote from cold fusion explain shit Before the wheels hit the target get a new life market, with bells on But can only seem to fall all harlots and sirens And ignore those who love me Who in truth embody the rarity of true My man had a humor expressing and gentle We backgammon all night Smoking kool cigs the sun entered the temple From a bad merger of substance of his brain swelled It filled with in october, trouble and on a bus to ac I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I doubled him And affirmed to teach myself to float my way more And the serum between something low and the love to keep them And commander won because his armful needs a medic You expedite functions of truth and stick to it Choose a and bad noise to burn fluid Rubble becomes structure the beauty of confusion Alchemy: heal your pain art, learn to use it
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It's the classic styles of the urban masters The kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (10x)