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To those of y'all about to get down |
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Check the evolution in sound |
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Kick the city - wax masochistic |
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Solid brown makes crowns turn around |
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To those of y'all about to jump ship |
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Sick of trips where backbones won't dip |
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Underground begat overground |
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This sound won't slip - pimps replaced the hip |
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Citywide I'm tired, I'm tired |
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Taking up pills, swallowing down |
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Wired eyes fly, I visualise |
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This overwhelming black tide of sound |
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Dust dissolving: now who's the man? |
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Step back, roll the dice, make the plan |
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London burns, you're numb in both lips |
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So these are the pills that made you jacks hip? |
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To those of ya'll about to get paid |
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Yo so am I - prime rhymes be my trade |
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Milk to milk down to lemonade |
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And round the back's where shake ya rump's made |
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To those of y'all about to freebase |
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Just get that wack shit outta my face |
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And before your IQ drops to 1.2 |
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Don't crack, step back and retrace |
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Citywide I'm tired, I'm tired |
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Taking up pills, swallowing down |
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Wired eyes fly, I visualise |
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This overwhelming black tide of sound |
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Dust dissolving: now who's the man? |
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Step back, roll the dice, make the plan |
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London burns, you're numb in both lips |
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So these are the pills that made you jacks hip? |
