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i know, i disappeared and popped up in paris making with a beard
and those that love me probably thought that it was
while the haters was happy, they thought my was cleared
and any artist you love have veered
especially when hated the image that they mirrored
i got a text said "p, please get up"
light shining brightly outlining my shit up
the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the
the stones, the admirers, mini-me's and
selling you n-ggas dreams that are boxes of foam
in and out of dimensions i walk through
just saying you put me in a box, thats all
no davinci and twilight stubs
don't take this wrong, but i'll let you the blood

so fitting, the in my system, makes me want to squish them
king kong foot, the beast has
the pro tools taping, my position
you i was coming, choiceless, you waiting
now i look up and ask why been for satan
i shall for splendid covers
alone makes me other, plus the return of the jedi
i study how the brooklyn works
thats to big and his dead eye
i to the top like the sun
i to the pocket like a gun
i fire, drop ya body then it's
like, what happened, we trapped him
hatred is obliverated i imagine
look at you drowning in ya lungs,
on the dancefloor, he, he michael jackson
bitches stay home they do so much cummin'
y'all should stand you do so much frontin'
take this sun block we got too sunning
now lets examine you thinking, running
run too hard, you tear ya meniscus
and if you try to run up you get ya wig split
and htis campaign we runnning is viscious
i hate to eat and run but this was