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plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio

[Slug/(Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top

mirror's turning blue And soul after soul keeps walking right through They're living in my house and living inside my head Some sleep inside the closet, others sleep under

as I know 4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under

if she knows that cat dwayne Johnson, nah probably not I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what? ) Trees lift niggaz while other

the 5-0, they want it dun' know Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin' the front row Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin' to cut my sound Radio

, if I ever switch up the weather To fit what these other fellas are on I cause a renaissance Renovatin' creativeness on this side of the coast Self-hatred, radio

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impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to