[Phesto Dee]
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Master of emcee slave trade
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Pullin' chief executive chains on his muppets
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The prime minister of shattered dreams
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For these young black kids
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Itchin' for this rap status
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But he never could add up these b-boy mathematics
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His pragmatic toys made him money magnetic
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The abrasive weight of his unevasive vendettas
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Made him keep two barrettas with his industry contingents
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Ninjas, paid protection and fringe benefits
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He rolls from the stretch Benz Limited Edition
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Caught between a sinister smoke screen and henchmen
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Straightened his lapel ignited his cigarette
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And shoved the knot of his tie and awaited his death wish
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Reckless manslaughter left him breathless
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mashed his chest it's a crash in the intersection
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A fraction of a second
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Spun out on the sidewalk
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He couldn't pull his gun out
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Cuz instantly
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He was fucked in the industry
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[Opio]
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Is it real or imagery?
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Senseless acts of savagery
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Could it be you got fucked in the industry?
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See it
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You got fucked in the industry
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[chorus]
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[Tajai]
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Cause niggas get off in this business
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Tryin' to come up
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Awestruck, starstruck
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But you know how they end up
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See it
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You got fucked in the industry
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You know how they end up
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[Tajai]
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Video queen type for whom you's feen
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Appeared in many scenes
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Fulfilling her childhood dreams
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Got involved with this hardcore MC
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Said she like to kick it and hang cuz he
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Kept her clean
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Expensive thangs, European names
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Ice embedded amidst, ruby red flames she
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Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a game
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Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket to fame
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But little did she know there was truth to what he's sayin'
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'Bout how he made his livin' sellin' crack cocaine
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'Bout how he put caps in all his enemies brains
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I guess he missed the two that came checkin' for change
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Didn't hear his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains
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Baskin' in the glow of fuck faces they just exchange
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Maxin' in his home, coolin' out just relaxin'
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Niggas busted and cappin' while she was in between his
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Satins and intravenous
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Drip her failing heart rate blip
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and the bloody mattress
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The sole legacy of this budding actress
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Coroner lights and cops cameras followed the action
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I wasn't surprise but rather saddened when it happened
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[Tajai]
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Cause niggas get off in this business tryin' to come up
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Awestruck, start struck
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But you now how they end up
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[Opio]
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The devious life you get touched
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See it
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But you know how they end up
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[Opio]
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Down in San Diego at the Gavin
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I seen a hip-hop journalist get stabbed
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That shit was savage
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Caught him in the stomach with about four inches
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Slapped him in his face relentless
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And pulled out some big shit
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He said look homie, you don't know me
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Put the gat to his head calm and slowly
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The journalist screamin' and cryin' scared of dyin'
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Dude mashed him in his jaw with the barrel
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Told him STOP LYIN'
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Picked him up off his knees with ease
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I thought he might squeeze
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'Til I heard the police yellin' FREEZE!
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He reached for the heavens
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Eleven cops put his head in a (shuminumaki?)
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Blood on the concrete
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That's when I peeped dude that shanked him was a rapper
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Hot cause his name got slandered
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Locked in a metal case for over a decade
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He thought he was invincible
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But now he wish that day never happened
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Askin' his God for forgiveness
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Purgin' is harder than vengeance tryin' to end this nightmare
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The industry clockwork oranged his whole shit
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And warped his brain until he flipped out
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Is that what is about
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You talk too much you got a gun in your mouth
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Talkin' big when you little man they called you out
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Shoulda kept your shit shut
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Cause you know how they end up
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[chorus]
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Fucked...
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Souls of Mischief |