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

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

[Verse 2:
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone
only right 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 don't stress, it looks on you
He get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the but you knew already
I used to complain until I flew 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, that's an with an OG
Ironically, when you're 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, just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I gotta plan it to play with comets
Save comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the 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 keys like Swizz Beatz, to make a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get locked out, we 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 Inspectah Deck, your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for light
I got some lean up in my
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would do? Whoo!