[Chorus: eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man to brawl and roll (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: Jise I seek the meek that shall inherit the means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for trife Price sell out that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you dice Splice my words, saddle my It's the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board and beast incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to spittin these street anthems niggas to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, live band to Samsung Live ass who ring but then run Somebody's son that die young callin "dunn"
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[Verse Two: Illimination of your whole generation Cover your earth span in a breath and took three steps One son in awe questionin his man saw He "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor" Crowds gatherin enquirin minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more than psycho analysts Under hand check for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Albizu Campos Except to connect and lift to the sector Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer on
Three: Swel Boogie] Wondering murder it was, no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how ever crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and my people favors and savin lives by killin Consider me hero, my body resume is jam a war, you either stand up or stand back This wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do Don't want to see him or killin the rest of you I'm a psychopath, of the psychopaths Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the 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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