[Chorus: Whether closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to and roll (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
[Verse Jise One] I seek the meek that 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 Splice my words, my conscience It's rich the hell peasants Tenants of apprehensive board and beast incentives to the back of my hand Stripping my mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these anthems Quiet niggas to We denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung Live ass niggas who but then run Somebody's son die young callin himself "dunn"
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Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of whole generation next Cover your earth span in a breath and took three 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 with more thoughts than psycho analysts hand suspects check for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Campos Except to and lift to the next sector the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike reflector Move with the word, the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the age with they designer armor on
[Verse Three: Boogie] Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and An mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm raising and illin Doing my people favors and savin by killin me hero, my body 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 killin the of you I'm a psychopath, sickest of the Tickin bomb, to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash but get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease 'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is MCs
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