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[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves', put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I
They care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I the bread out
That's I need
To get in that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
Maybe you'll get it I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And devils on the level of this bitch
We all ball even the devil gotta
You fly so that's red and a fish
You can that, that's complimentary
story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, sewer
Though West Side

I'm just riding town crown of thorns on my head
Living I'm dead, yeah
your respect (x5)
(Bow to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no (x5)

[Verse 2:
I'm King James with a lit, my name ring like a phone call
It's only that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but stress, it looks good on you
He couldn't get it understood, so I on him
and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already
I used to until planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar,
My is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with
Save comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dealers, open doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make a nigga never lost those
get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to wanna be the but I'm the Ox now
Rap like I went to Oxford bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with dots on him, infraredin' you
like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu
Cause we the of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would do? Whoo!