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Get on the top cant afford to stop
Fell in love is the same dream above
Sky is cloudy street is crowdy
Come by if you have the time to say howdie
Spendin the time by the stop sign
Finest is fine complexed is mine
I cry at times watchin poets run out the rhyme
Generations get the revelation
For ages that makes the nation
Kids playing on the streets
Turn zombies
No doubt I'm concious
Bruises bleed
No goddamn forces
666 miles away from home
Stil don't give a fuck ama fuck the whore
No place for the bore
Meet the up in smoke soul
Compressed dark have fallen into the gudzon gulf
With space shuttle above landin rough
On your way to the block
Or in the chase from cop
Don't forget homie to just pick it up

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Cuttin the edge the syllable stretcher
Dangerous page age get your foot of hedge now
Feel the pain and I wanna say \"get ya\"
Girl I'm kinda kid you wanna breed wit
Shoulda wait for your turn
Its around the corner
I'm done with it

Of course I feel disturbance in the force
The doors have closed the dark side exposed
But hope's not lost
The reinforcement come to late to run
They are too close
Head all the power to the front
The plan's second part
Torpedo blunt
Hydro hyperjump
My megapolis hometown is on Coruscant

Chorus

Simplicity is the meaning
501 jeenies 7 seas just spin it
No jewel earring
To make an impression on your supervisor
Obey the fake fashion that flows into the crime sizure
I get high so I denie to do anything right
But when the things get fo real
A storm freezes my mind
Wanna be clear an transparent
Walk through the fear scale
For parents fare to inherit
Cause you don't have own sail mailing
Talent properly prepared
As her curls waving can't help but stare

You couldn't stay indoors the reason you stay abroad
The outlaw carriage of infinity load
The world insane killing in the name
The poor to blame the rich for fame
As for me I'm tired being tired
Don't even try to be admired
Holografic fire fire burns desires
Streetwear cult leaves country naked
While nigga rolls the blunt
I'm getting three times wasted
And every rhyme I write is inside my hidden sight
Though when the time is tight
Become both Bonny an Clyde

Chorus