[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to brawl and (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
[Verse One: One] I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half Price sell out yourself that nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were Splice my words, my conscience It's rich the hell with Tenants of apprehensive board games and incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face mash meat bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these anthems Quiet to tantrums We denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung Live ass who ring but then run son that die young callin himself "dunn"
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[Verse Two: Illimination of your whole generation Cover your earth span in a deep and took three easy One son in awe what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed gigantor" Crowds gatherin like minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more than psycho analysts Under hand suspects for a clear coast I've an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Campos Except to connect and lift to the sector Take the light, you shine and it back like a bike reflector Move with the word, observe the hidden type Plaque playas of the age with they designer armor on
[Verse Three: Boogie] murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how ever crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm raising and illin Doing my people favors and savin lives by Consider me hero, my resume is jam pack a war, you either stand up or stand back This man's wack, out of his crane, do what he says to do Don't want to see him or killin the rest of you I'm a psychopath, sickest of the Tickin bomb, ready to blast, man cleanin the trash but don't get it twisted, I'm after a certain desease 'cause I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs
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