Own Zone chords by Fliptrix

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Verse 1
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I can just see smoke
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but my vision's clear, that's
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the deal
Like when your eyes catch my fat cap,
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graph up on the tracks
You know I've been there, I'm never still
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So if I die you'll still
be seen and still heard
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It's a true word,
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my music moves forth in
a new verse
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Capturing my past
but it's thrown forth my future
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One love to fam up in the man,
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I'm at salute, you're a shine bride
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But I'm still beneath a dark star
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My flow's kinda funky
like your chips mixed with tartar
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You don't want us far, star,
go check your star chart
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Have a nice day, man, ta -ra, ta -ra
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Cause drinking or rapping,
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I make tracks bar to bar
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It's easy for me,
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but then I listen to your mind space and laugh harder
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The Charlie Chaplin
with his loudest laugh, hardy hard
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I'm on point but never la -di -da
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I rock shows with my master da
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Even if I'm plastered up the wool
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like I'm Banksy's arse
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Yo we following our own code,
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exist in our own zone
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While the doubt is wearing you
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away like the ozone
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Man you know we only
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tryna make it fun again
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While fools see happiness
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and then they run away
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Man we exist in our own zone
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While the doubt is wearing you
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away like the ozone
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Man you know we only tryna
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make it fun again
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While fools see happiness
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and then they run away
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I'm down the alleyway with shekels,
hounds of fuck,
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lungs an d damaged hearts
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Where manna gotta stop the damage
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if they wanna last
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And understand when
the hammer slams
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you're done and charged
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You wanna battle?
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I'll make first place an d come in last
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That'll explain that
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you can't spray your gay
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like come a past
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I drop bombs like the Mardi Gras
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Induce it, spit fire, leave tongue parched
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I   make funds to get blades
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off the hunted grass
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It's bad for you, it's ironic
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Like when the farmer grew
the chronic
Ain't got no rain to crop, dab,
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and then the thunder started
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I feel I've made it yet I'm under -parted
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My raps are running laps around my
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lungs like they're in a party
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You wanna take me out,
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you better call an army
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I'm cool slash barmy,
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I don't do it loose
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Swimming man, I lose to book the party
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I make my fake moves
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but move calmly
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Like Big Mac and five large peas
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Take away, set, fake, no M3s
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Young Ferb T, my flow so fresh
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She had to extend the beat
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And now I extend it even further
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As we move to the next century
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With them flows that they can't catch
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Like butterfingers I'm going
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under train pipe
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Climbing up in windows
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Real smooth while you snooze
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Still your damn kingdom
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Extinction leave you aware
Of the symptoms
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Of the sickness that got us twisted
I told them
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Man that's just life cycle
You dizzy bitches