High Treason

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Semi-high, blowing trees
 And Benedict probably had his reasons
 And if the BO didn't double back, fuck freezin'
 Better off breezing
 (Toss the blunt?) Not even
 Rather, we got red-eye than cheesing
 At least then, he wheezing, open season
 They keep half what they seizing
 Pasty-ass Elmer Fudd, double-barreled
 Don't be daft, better duck
 Call Harold, nigga should have skipped town
 Mentally stuck
 Never been out this hood
 D.A. caught him at his girl house, rolling the wood
 Is that stupid or gangster?
 Is that flight or bammer?
 Mumia, if I had a hammer
 You'd be with Assata in Havana
 I'm with weathermen, holding police scanners
 If the MRI shows cancer
 Give me a suicide belt, return of the Panther
 Run up in the precinct wearing Nat Turner pa-jamas
 Goddamn ya
 Only video I got out is off surveillance cameras
 We're shooting for MTV too
 No, no, you're not understanding
 We're shooting at the 106 & Park crew and then shoot at MTV too
 

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Duration
02:01
Key
7
Tempo
82 BPM

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