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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, roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves', put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, that's how I weave
They don't to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a pair of
Taught me that sharin's so I spread the bread out
That's what I
To get in heaven when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this
And there's devils on the level of this
We all ball even the gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can that, that's complimentary
story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, sewer
continentally West Side

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring a phone call
It's only right 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, like I had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but stress, it looks good on you
He couldn't get it understood, so I on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you already
I to complain until planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my richer
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this
You pray, I prey, it's just I'm a lion bitin' his victim

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