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Where's my theme music? Yeah, somehow I exist, somehow I persist Thanos cursed with knowledge but still somehow it's a gift I ain't strung out on the sh*t, she just strung out on a d**k Give me lips, give me hips, give me hypothalamus I got snow birds, I got snowflakes need a snow plow in this b*t*h Every time I speak my mind somehow someone take offence It ain't never been a rapper kick this sh*t the way I did And somehow, somehow, somehow not succ*mb to politics You ain't never been nowhere but sh*t, somеhow you a trip N***as die for their presidеnts, coroner got calluses You ain't somebody we miss, you ain't somebody miss I ain't never missed a shot but still, somehow this a brick Yeah somehow this a brick, I go concrete go cement If the body is a temple, I [?] Drink gin 'till it's lights out, call it halogen They should've sent Mike 'stead of Neil, ain't know which Tyson to send If you send a shooter why would you send somebody who miss? Be more memorable, you are not somebody we miss I ain't never missed a shot but still, sh*t, somehow this a brick, brick, brick B*t*h, come on you b*t*h. You scared [?]. You're not man enough to f**k with me. Can't last two minute in my world, b*t*h. Look at you, scared now [?]. Scared of the real man It's the rap God, come now, come now, come now and repent Don't be blasphemous, come now taste this holy sacrament Parents forced the bible on you, tell me how it's different You enforcing diets, kids eating colored flower ribs Vegetables don't make you conscious, that's not true enlightenment You program your body if you don't eat salad you get sick They been growing food in labs since some time in '86 First they running out of wings, now they selling thighs and sh*t East-eastern medicine versus western practices The real secret societies are n***as ignorance, yeah Channeling, television programing Hollywood keep painting n***as with the same old ma***cript Black trauma, slave tunes, this sh*t just like Willie Lynch They don't show when you was kings, just when you got your a** whipped Now they pandering to blacks and gays in every single script Yeah we worth a civilization but somehow we savages Like blunt, I'm laced, that's acid, I'm based I'm based, I'm baked, off gas, no brakes All oz, no shake, like blunt, I'm laced That's acid, I'm based, I'm based, I'm baked, Bobby Ray Ray Bandz, rap God, eight man Interviewer: Well, for example, rage against Evander Holyfield worked against you Mike Tyson: Well f**k it. It's a fight, so whatever happens, happens Interviewer: Mike why do you have to talk like that Mike Tyson: Well I'm talking to you the way I wanna talk to you. You have a problem, turn off your station
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