[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man 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 Jise One] I seek the meek that shall inherit the means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for trife Price sell out yourself that nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were Splice my words, saddle my It's rich the hell with Tenants of board games and beast incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face mash with bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We to phantoms spittin these street anthems niggas to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, live niggas to Samsung Live ass who ring but then run Somebody's son that die young himself "dunn"
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Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of your whole generation your earth span in a deep breath and took three steps One son in awe questionin 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 suspects check for a clear I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Campos Except to connect and lift to the next Take the light, you shine and spit it like a bike reflector Move the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with designer armor on
[Verse Three: Boogie] Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this thinks but is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin Doing my people and savin lives by killin Consider me hero, my body is jam pack a war, you either stand up or stand back This man's wack, out of his crane, just do he says to do Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the of you I'm a psychopath, of the psychopaths 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 talkin y'all, is hurtin MCs
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