Flash Point chords by State Of Mind

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Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah, and yo,
Black, it's time.
Word, it's time, man.
It's time, man.
All right, man.
Begin.
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Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap,
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where fake niggas don't make it back.
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I  don't know how to start this.
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Rappers are monkey flippin' with the funky rhythm,
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I be kickin'.
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Musician, inflicted composition,
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a pain I'm like
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Scarface, sniffing cocaine, holding an
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M16
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See with the pen I'm extreme, now,
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bullet holes left in my peepholes
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I'm suited up with street clothes,
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hammy and nine -and -out defeat foes
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Y  'all know my steelo,
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with or without the airplane
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I keep some
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E &J, sitting bent up in the stairway
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Or either on the corner betting
grants with the
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CeeLo champs
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Laughing at bass heads,
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trying to sell some broken amps
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G  -Pass get off quick,
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forever niggas talk shit
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Reminiscin' about the last time
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the task force flipped
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Niggas be runnin' through the
block shootin'
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Time to start the revolution,
catch a body hand for
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Houston
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Once they caught us off guard, the
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Mac -10 was in the grassin'
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I ran like a cheetah with points,
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I'm an assassin
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Picked the
Mac up, told brothers back up
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Mac spit,
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Lev was hittin' niggas, one ran,
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I made a backflip
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Heard a few chicks scream,
my arms shook
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Couldn't look, gave another squeeze,
heard it click
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Yo, my shit is stuck, tried to cock it
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It wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
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Finally pulled it back and saw three
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bullets caught up in the chamber
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So now I'm jettin' to the building lobby
And it was full of children,
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probably couldn't see as high as I be
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It's like the game ain't the same
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Younger niggas pullin' the triggers,
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bringin' fame to they name
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And claim some corners
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Crews without guns upon us
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And broad daylight
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Stick up kids, they run up on us
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Four fives and gauges
Max effect
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Same niggas that catch
you back to back
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Statchin' your backs in black
You was a snitch on the block,
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gettin' niggas knocked
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So hold your stats till the coke price drop
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I  know this crack head who said
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she gotta smoke nice rock
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And if it's good she'll bring
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you customers and measuring pots
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But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
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Inside information keeps
large niggas erasin'
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And they wild spacin'
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It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep,
cause sleep is the cousin of death
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Beyond the walls of intelligence
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Life is defined, I think I'm primed
When I'm in a
New
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York state of mind
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We havin' dreams that I'm a gangster,
drinkin'
Moet's, holdin' texts
Makin' sure the cash came correct,
then I step
Investments in stock, sewin' up the
blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gunfights with megacops,
but just
a nigga
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Walkin' with his finger on the trigger
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Make enough figures until
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my pockets get bigger
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I ain't the type of brother made for
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you to start testin'
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Give me a
Smith &
Wesson, I'll have niggas
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undressin'
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Thinkin' of cash flow,
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pooter, and shelter
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Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijacked
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Delta
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And the
PJs, my blend tape plays,
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bullets and strays
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Young bitches is braids,
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each block is like a maze
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Full of black rats trapped,
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plus the island is back
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From what I hear in all the stories
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when my peoples come back
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Black, I'm livin' where the
nights is jet black
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The fiends fight to get crack, I just met
A dream I could sit back and laugh like
Capone
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With drug strips on, all the legal luxury
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Life rings flooded with stones,
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homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too
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sane
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Life is parallel to hell, but I must maintain
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It be prosperous,
though we live dangerous
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Cops could just ar rest me, blaming us
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We're held like hostages
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It's only right that I was born and used
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mites
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And the stuff that I write is even tougher
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than dice I'm taking rappers
to a new plateau
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Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin
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Hell without a capsule
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The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats
tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and
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creeps
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That's where I learned to do my hustle,
had
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to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers,
twenties of
Buddha
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and bitches with beepers
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In the streets I could greet ya,
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about blunts
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I teach ya
And held deep, like the words in my breath
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I  never sleep,
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cause sleep is the cousin of death
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I lay puzzled as I backtrack
to earlier times
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Nothing's equivalent to the
New
York
State
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Stay the mind
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