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I'm
Verse 1
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like a AC -DC converter
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I change my energy from
happiness to murder
Rearrange your face like a terrible remix
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Got bizarre tendencies
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down to my double helix
Snowstorm agility,
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blind your navigation
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Halt the traffic, it's tragic,
I'm waitin' at the station
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Sterling silver, I shine,
I shimmer like I'm supposed to do
Most of you fake underground
rappers
are roastable
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Notes I hold range from 100 bills
to FedEx waybills
Rappers I still test,
swoopin' over your head
like jet planes in Hillcrest
When will the mill do cease?
I watch it fester
Crack it on my chestnuts
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and relax at the Best Western
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I'm the Best Western, breast mo lester,
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I'm the mic tester
Spectacle with major testicles,
I fade you vegetable rappers
Like a starfish shredder,
it gets better
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Wandering streets between
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Vancouver an d Nago
In a fresh sweater, impress Heather
Depress the less fortunate
Don't touch the mic,
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you'll melt your fingernails
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I'm scorchin' it
I got my own styles
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Microphone styles
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It's true analogy
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So tell me what you see
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It's true analogy
On the mic
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Tell me what you see
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It's true analogy
Come on
So tell me what you feel
Don't you feel what you feel,
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it's a true analogy
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I'll put a spell on you,
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make you dope as my crew
Or should I grab you by your crew,
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neck, v -neck, turtleneck
And play utility man
to choke the lights out of you
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Strong arm, workin' vincent,
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I'm from a street named MC
Beat senseless, make federal bills,
toss out your senses
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Card I pull like half -streams,
puppet strings
I'm all over the apps,
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just showin' combat tactics
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Time don't tick, sand in the hourglass
slowly slips
Slipmats converted to ADAT
I know you like that,
I can hear your pussy purry cat
You're a growth transition,
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sucking down
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Similac, your style lactate
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My style guts are similar
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to when your girl's leg starts to shake
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Scrape the sky when I hang fly,
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savages in a 75
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Ready to ride,
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you wanna be underground?
Then bury you, I'll do
Carry you without pallbearers,
I'm a pen and pass
Worst terror,
laid back rockin' Sarah Vaughan
On the mic, con artists,
calluses on my ink shows
Two words, the hardest
Hold the mic, the holy matrimony
Digitalize the eye like Sony
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Turn the social cat into the most homesy
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Cuz, ay, you ain't fresh,
you ain't fresh, yeah
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Ay, ay, it's true ana logy
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On the mic, mic, tell me what you see
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Open up, it's true analogy
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It's never fake, tell me what you see
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True analogy
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True true analogy
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Like Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr.
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Just another episode for you
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Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes and see
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True analogy
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True Analogy
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