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