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This cat repo souls
Face bowls when they packed
Leave ashes in tact
As a matter of fact
Who be spaghetti blacc
The mac who ripped jack
With an axe in yo back
Just lookin for a snack
I'm a pharaoh getting mine
In uncivilized times
Whether it's the iron age or 1999
Y2K
Face breakers haymakers of paper
plant bombs in pacemakers
Laced shake bakers
Or steady puffin resin
Means Armageddon
Check it get yo weapon
Cuz I scorch the ground you step in
Truth be told I got the whole game sold
With mo knives than I can hold
I make that whole brain swole
Dream of a thug till that dome explode
Now I'm duckin bullets comin from my own clones
Ain't life a bitch
Well death's a skank
And you about to get laid to waste by a tank
Petty ass thug rob change from a bank
Still coppin dimes of dank
The fuck you thank?
It ain't no mystery
ain't another cog in the industry
Ain't no machine that mean shit to me
By daytime I'll snort yay off the ley lines
and turn ya whole town into a gravesite
It be the s p g
Double t
B l double c
tape number 3
Freed from my penitentiary
So you see

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from Triboluminescent Materials, released July 14, 2011

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