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Frankincense and myrrh, please do not disturb Mighta pinched a nerve, but it ain't but a word That's the sh*t that get you took a serve Energetic surge, I suggest you swerve By the law of thirds, birth, death and experience in between Heads chopped like most kings Reachin' the way I been Black skin, how he ride the wind What's inside the sound, where do I begin Friends, how many of us... How many of us I don't know what you done came for I hope you gettin' what you camе for These devils clippin' wings You arе not your pain, dog Switch your lane, accelerate 'em out your frame, y'all Can't catch a fade, can't lose my place, I polish eggs off If I say less, why I gotta explain more The loudest faces rarely bringin' what they claim for I stand on shoulders, negative space where my aim's strong He range raw, f**k me gently with a chain saw Rap is my religion, surrealism is my point of view Smack you just for livin', spittin' blood to make the corner bloom They be like, "Lordy, who you talkin' to? It's about a quarter two" As the—"Where's your paper where you goin'?" Don't need ID when I get free and open As the day's long, they say "where your paper, where you goin'?" As the day's long
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