[Chorus: Whether eyes or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to brawl and (LET'S RIDE) how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, that 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 ain't nice (get here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over you were dice Splice my words, saddle my It's rich the hell with Tenants of board games and beast incentives to the back of my hand Stripping my face mash with bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We to phantoms spittin these street anthems Quiet to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, band niggas to Samsung ass niggas who ring but then run Somebody's son that die young himself "dunn"
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[Verse Two: Illimination of your whole next your earth span in a deep breath and three easy steps One son in awe what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was morphed into gigantor" Crowds gatherin like minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more thoughts psycho analysts Under hand check for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Campos Except to connect and lift to the sector Take the light, you shine and it back like a bike reflector with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque of the dark age with they designer armor 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 savin lives by Consider me hero, my resume is jam pack Startin a war, you stand up or stand back man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he says 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, dirty man cleanin the 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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