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Gat out to drop a buck on an mc
who honestly think he be the hardest see
firestarters Con artist
Turn ya mom into a martyr
I mean I'm finna discard her
Cuz a nigga dipped in tartar
Ya whole network caught up in my tech burst
Defect mothafucka I cut ya neck first
Win some lose some
Grew some new sun
New tongue spit son
Shit's done
dum dum
Cops come ya brains split up like Dutch guts
Wrists cut and fed their own nuts
But shit They missed us,
Up in a Conspirer's space like a virus
Don't need a key to see there's no mercy inside us
Give that ass a nuclear holocaust
No love lost How much a bitch nigga cost
Two anal beads plus a fat stick of lip gloss
Bitch floss for this big dick Dipped in thick vodka sauce
I'm a moonshine drunk motorist
Who lost his motor skills
Makin a motion to make a mote
Around a stolen vial of pills
The gods bestowed upon me
immortality
The eternal energy
Turn yo city into the red sea
Nothing special see
Especially for you niggas who test me
Ain't nothin new in these streets but the beats
Fuckin with these cats
Who make soundtracks to casualties
On the scene

So it seems dog don't OD
I put the junk in junkie so gimme the e
A monk with keys, apes answer to me
But never incorrectly
Who's disrespecting
A nigga need to check
Cuz I ball when I wreck
All with a full deck
That I cock and pop till all is as small as a rejected speck
then I snort my coke with a bloody check
so step

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from Triboluminescent Materials, released July 14, 2011

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