Kunci: F# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
I'm breaking emcees,
fake wolves down like states
Sets rates, sets the tone up, town paid
Set financial goals in game,
everything is looted
The crib, the moon, the jewels,
you gots to truly
Die to live for the wealth
of what is wealth
When there is no true self
in the storms of
Babylon
Shines
Teflon in the form of sunlight
At night I write in seclusion,
knowledge is my ground
Skyborn is the conclusion, vision,
fusion, your age is illusion
I find that vision comes to the blind when
they lookin' at my rhymes
Through a thick cloud of smoke,
I found a jokin'
Quarantine's the
O .Z.'s
Customized hoes with too much weight,
want what's on the good
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My hands fold to clutch mics and burn
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em' all quick er than crucifixes
Ways that contradict the words of
Ms.
Blue to the
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K -Bird
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Pops my strong nigga
H, verbs from my lip will slay
the blind frettin' ass
MC
Any day, any time, anybody, anywhere
Skills pouring from my scalp like hair
while you're goin' ballin'
Fallin' off the breeze, just call it
Your baby's fallin' off the treetop
C#
F#m
And as the breeze blows
The head runs through the rocks
And where the earth breaks
Wacky
MC's shall fall
And down will come the devil
The bitch niggas and all
Time keeps tickin' while my
style stays raw
The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
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The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
style stays raw
The strong stay standing
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps ticking while the
rhyme stays rolling
I provide a glance so bright,
I make the stare of hell's eyes squint
In the game of life,
the few who win are the good men
In the field of dreams,
a newborn's cry blends
To become the last scream of the dying,
going with the wind
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My brain's hot, it floats fast,
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too fast to move the physical frame
Yet those telecoms are infinite planes
What's real is the pinstripes
that feel intimate
Aggression to feelings,
eat up my ceiling like great sex
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F#m
Rhymes kill yet still multiply
I build new formulas to destroy when
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my divine gems spill at will
All the passion I homicide,
the numbers of genocide
And the hate that wanders in suicide
Combine then make my thoughts glow
Then provide a flow that'll bomb till
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F#m
I can 't bomb no more
Creeping in mental fragment material
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step clear while the oil's boiling
Sizzlin', throwin' up in your atmosphere
Ears still like
Grand
Wagoneers
Through my juggles, the rap must fit
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See, I got the rap most fit
Cause I keep comin' back,
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till you ain't comin' back
I'm paintin' you black,
and you've been marked with darkness
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F#m
Heart beats of life,
and yet life will beat your heartless
The strong stay standin'
C#
while the weak ones fall
F#m
Mind keeps tickin' and
the rhymes they fall
The strong stay standin'
C#
while the weak ones fall
F#m
Time keeps tickin' while my
style stays bold
The strong stay standing
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
style stays bold
The strong stay standing
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while
my style stays bold
C#
The strong stay standing while
Impact of a clock,
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when my seeds fill up a body bag
F#m
Moves be beggin' me for sunlight
Crews be beggin' me for might
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Runs be beggin' me for
forgiveness
F#m
Jehovah's what I'm called
by the witness
Niggas lookin' elsewhere to find
God
But I never see
God
Hittin' heads with the real shit like
Farad
Deeper than the
Quran
My style's sharp and heavier
than a steel axe
At least I know my shit
gets deeper than two black
I hear all the bullshit,
but don't show it through black
Kojak's bar,
but couldn't get closer to your brain
The devil to make it rain
I came to relieve the pain
My blood stains the streets every day
Lookin' outside for a better way
I gots to survive
You got
Uncle
Tom's, I talk bad about black folk
I came to this land as a domestic import
Pain flows through the veins of thorn
In my town, money to gain
It's a sport that's played by many a friend
At first we was teammates,
but now we're your enemies
I guess that's the laws of the
earth and asphalt
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Green is the loot, black is the niggas
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Red is the bloodshed of the dead
Take a long blow for your man
with a shell in his hand
Peace to all the felons, my shit's so deep
It's party in
Sarabella
I swallow my fat dicks and break
em with long strokes
But after I cum, it's the
God that's done
Time keeps tickin' while my
style stays bold
C#
F#m
The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
F#m
The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
F#m
The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
C#
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style stays bold
The strong stay standin'
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps tickin' while my
rhyme stays bold
The strong stay standing
while the weak ones fall
Time keeps ticking while
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The strong stay standing while the weak
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ones fall
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F#m
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Go
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