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Don't mind me and my existential crisis
Twice its been mentioned but now I think I'm mike Tyson
Ridin a bison with no license through the central plains
A lame still readin that Steinbeck, yeah, "of mice and
Men, might as well give 'em that cold shoulder again
Straight pretend sociatial norms are something I don't comprehend
And I'm still spillin apple juice on the floor of every hall
'Cause for some reason I think my life was based on Adams song
Keep movin along until I'm way gone
The rap game chubby manning pay-ton
Literally no patience for anyone I wait on
That's probably why I'm the rapper everyone sleep on
Fuckit, my team strong as titanium
So I be Marsha if we talkin Brady bunch
And I got George glass in my contacts
Like "sure jan" bitch you best step back
movin bricks, the kid playin' Tetris.
game boy color, ridin’ ‘round in the lexus.
globalized nexus, i stays connected,
faded wall flower, looking stupid when you flexin’.
cool testin’ the boundaries that surround,
always down, turn’t up, right clique left ‘em pounds.
tarnished silver crown, on my head above my frown,
with some wisdom never found, when you six under the ground.
and it sounds like you full of it, my clever wit
incomparable to the vacant space where ya brain is.
there my lane is, imma stay in it, haters get
nothing but a sideways glance and cold shoulderin’
hold ‘em in, feelings that i really aint fuckin with,
till that shit blow and i fall off like a bowlin’ pin.
always zen, OG of apathy, you know its him,
ESLB Doubt, unknown location (low..kay-shun)
focusin’ my mind like a laser, light saber
ill get you chopped, darth vader, crusader
caped, im bruce wayne gettin’ racks
so i guess that makes you robbin’, when you got it hit me back
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from
Cypher With Myself,
released October 26, 2014
instrumental is from Kick in the Door by The Notorious B.I.G.
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