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[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin'
moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms how I weave
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this I breathe
I'm the apparent from a pair of parents
me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
That's I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to shit
And devils on the level of this bitch
We all ball the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red and a fish
You can have that, complimentary
True story,
Ninja Turtle, side
continentally West Side

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you 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
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew
I used to complain until planes I already
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, need floor seats
This flow here for King I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this
You pray, I prey, just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play comets
Save your comments, trigger make you vomit
Egghead makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost
Ring on like 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 I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy
Hell yeah, you, with them on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the dead lookin' for some light
I got some lean up in my
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would do? Whoo!