Key: B minor
Verse 1
Chase, Chase, Chase,
Son of the Mornin'
Chase, Chase, Chase, Chase,
Son of the Mornin' Shot Rock,
the first mothers in the building
Got the Moorish warlords behind me
Katana swords on deck,
iron sharpened iron
Ladies and gentlemen,
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Devour the dopest rappers
Cannibalizing rhymes
with sharpened canines and talons
When every emcee's exposed,
And I'm after souls
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like estheticist versus demon
trying to civilize the heathen
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Busting quadratic formulas
suffocating verbiage from your species
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and retreat back to the booth
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and try and redeem
so far I'm leading
I'm your whole world, your old earth,
in personal religion
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So bow down with five rounds
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Then confess your sins
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Like weak lines, cliches, bad puns,
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and spell errors
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I'm the rap heiress
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Supreme mad, the twelve jewels,
and all my shit from Clarence
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Toe to toe, I do -si -do, you weak MC's
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Like I'm the G, the storyboard P
with no ID inside the VIP
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After these, I'm asking bees
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where I can heed 120 degrees,
I'm in beast mode
Which one of you breathed?
I'm starseed, half human,
out of faulty campaigning
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Pri cing your soul is marketed,
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I do it cause I'm ordained,
so you do it so you'll be famous
Gaming and eff the game if the wiki me
Hit me, I still epiphany
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Toussaint without the Haitians
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Dope as vocalists with Pelopians, ovaries,
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held you sons in my uterus
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strengthen your lyrical chords
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and sever your ventricle pods
Watch you bleed as I proceed to
destroy your integral parts
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But I cannot leave until
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the mic is re deemed
An extension of me,
The brain of the game, like listen,
you're mentally sleeping
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I'll take you so deep
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in the black hole where light bend
I'll open your pineal gland
so black spews like ink pen
on the staple stage,
in a state of rage
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Stud ied under masters,
Call you top dog, nobody,
I'm a newbest
I look after your afterlife,
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after I murder your music
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like crystal or diamond, like puss to a lion
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You wish you had never spoken,
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now they sick me behind you
Now tell me who really ruling
and pass me the effin' title
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You should've kept an eye
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like you're used to your toughest rival
I'm calling and chopping heads
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like reminders of how I partied
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One little, two little, three little gentlemen
Now lay down and pray now,
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Son of a, son of a, Jays, Jays, Jays, Jays
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son of a, Jays, Jays, Jays, Jays
Son of a morning
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