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[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, wearin' roofs, bloom, bearin' fruits
moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They don't care to you and hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir from a pair of parents
Taught me sharin's carin' 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, I breathe
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this
And there's devils on the of this bitch
We all ball even the devil gotta
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can have that, that's
True story,
Ninja Turtle, sewer
continentally West Side

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

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

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I gotta plan it to play with comets
your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens Reaganomics
This so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get 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 with bastards, threw on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy
Hell yeah, you, with dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Deck, protect your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, would Jesus do? Whoo!