[Intro]
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Yo, come on
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Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
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Evidence and Babu on the beat, for Souls of Mischief
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So unique yo, yo Ope set it
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[Opio]
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I'm sharper than Clive Barker or Steven King when I'm authoring evil things,
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I'll smoke you like a Marlboro, but I'm a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie
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That make people dream of cities of gold
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Around the world twice before I was 20 years old,
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Fuckin' slutty-ass hoes, and top-notch babes spending money uh-oh,
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Offerin' to ???? me some coke,
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Listen baby I'm a lyricist, that's not my thing
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I slang dope, but not pharmaceuticals super flow
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Yeah numero uno caus you know
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The human cat scan wouldn't read your brain, they say "He's insane!"
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Listen to my raps man,
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Colder than zero, I¡¯ll freeze the rain, hail Mary!
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We remain, don't care if we front page on the Rolling Stone,
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It¡¯s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till I'm overthrown
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I'm jack hammering, raps of stone
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Walls and I won't fall
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Victim, drunk like I'm awesome, incredible, federal
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Like forty watter(?), hotter than an orgy, spot a corny nigga from a mile away
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Yeah, Eastside Oakland, raised me that way, I got my three eyes open
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Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head
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And keep firing when I hear sirens
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[Chorus]
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Mind your own, try to find your own, before your
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Time is gone, see we all dying' alone
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I'll never be the one to cry if you don't,
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But who the fuck am I to imply what you decide is wrong
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Give a fuck about what you side you on,
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Or you going at kids (?)
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Niggas keepin' it real don't pay none of my bills
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Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit
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No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don't need acid
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(Scratching...)
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[Phesto]
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I'm chocolate thunder on the track board,
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Throwing heat like ????????, sidearm
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Like a firearm on a hostage,
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Ready for combat, it's contact sport with gat forced hiphonics
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They high drama like Trump and Ivana
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I'm art, 2600 sharp and nimble
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Transmission double clutch I'll double dust the symbol
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Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen,
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Skate to Cardinal(?) like glaze on Olympic luges,
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Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver,
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I'm armor-all on vinyl, ya'll vaginal
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In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final
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Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals
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Hammer up through the head winds with Evidence, Babu and ira science (?), hire a sniper
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I still dodge the bullets while I windmill the viper, high performance
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And use your face as a windshield wipers
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Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper bitch,
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Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch
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This here we taking shit, and they ain't taking shit
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And if you take this shit, rework it and remake it we gon' break your shit
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I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion
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Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers(?), my tenants remain true
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You do you, as far s I'm concerned this is all mine and ya'll my tenants, this is
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Rhyming of polemical proportion, scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians,
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Histrionics, Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you chase tail
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The mirror's amazed at what it sees, MCs empty reflections and soul projection
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I use the message as my soul's protection, etch out some complex shit
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Man that next shit
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[Chorus]
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