[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or blind (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to and roll (LET'S RIDE) how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't that (THAT'S RIGHT)
[Verse Jise One] I seek the meek shall inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, words, sell it for half trife sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over you were dice my words, saddle my conscience It's the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board and beast incentives Relative to the back of my Stripping my face with meat bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to spittin these street anthems Quiet niggas to We baggy denim to fashion, live niggas to Samsung Live ass who ring but then run Somebody's son that die young callin "dunn"
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Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of your whole generation Cover your span in a deep breath and took three steps One son in awe what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like into gigantor" Crowds gatherin like minds to panelist Pen with more thoughts than psycho analysts Under hand suspects for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Albizu Campos to connect and lift to the next sector Take the light, you shine and it back like a bike reflector Move the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque of the dark age with they designer armor on
[Verse Swel Boogie] Wondering murder it was, no fingers- and footprints An mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm knives and illin Doing my people and savin lives by killin Consider me hero, my resume is jam pack Startin a war, you either 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 only a certain desease 'cause what I'm about y'all, is hurtin MCs
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