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If I haven't heard a word in ten years, assume me dead
 Or guest to the feds
 Or cultivated a better class of friends
 Not mad, tip the hat, fingers don't touch the brim
 Lid don't touch my naps
 Andy Capp, go 'head, pencil him in
 Last one standin', what he scream in the wind
 At the end, at-at the end
 s like something Fred Sanford said
 Skits like, "Is he dead?"
 While Shameik really layin' in the street
 Dark comedy dog, I beat him in the head
 Win what? I'm just tryin' to beat the spread
 Quit my job to kick raps instead
 So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin' in bread
 Shot the movie, no script
 Scoured the heights, no piff
 Came home like, "It's no recipes left"
 Kid's like, "No shit"
 Came home like Okonkwo at the end
 At the end, nigga just quit
 Whitey finally in that spaceship like
 "So long, and thanks for all the fish"
 I calmly rolled another nigga stick
 Woman stopped me like it's still other shit to fix
 True this is
 Go 'head, I'll be up in a bit
 I'm chillin' like Africans who never felt the whip
 Dish served room temp, escovitch fish
 Always better when you pry it out they cold, dead grip, grip
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 Pace the palace wing, dethroned king jump when the phone ring
 Egyptian cotton, but you can't sleep, not a wink, not a wink
 You can't blink, not a wink
 You can't blink, not a blink
 Dethroned king can't sleep, not a-
 Not a blink, not a blink
 My goals is limited, just wanna be the best
 Just somethin' to get from one day to the next
 Best tour advice I ever got, "You better off beatin' ya dick"
 Readin' your Bible, sweat beadin' on your lip
 FBI agents listenin', Dr. King
 Motel bed spring, this some freaky shit, freaky shit
 Andrea Dworkin back of my mind, can't get it in without internet
 Connection, connectin' against God, we form weapons
 '79, they stormed Mecca, the devil ambidextrous
 Pony had one trick, no sweat
 Watch plainclothes search for that elusive marijuana cigarette
 Roulette wheels spin, no more bets
 No surprise, the rich suggest you do more with less
 Your revolution left the Niggerati unimpressed
 Don't wait, dig the pits
 Purge the leadership, don't hesitate
 Ain't no half-steppin', step to 'em like you know what it is
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
2
Tempo
146 BPM

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