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Really fell out the lane with this shitMan, print this shit: I'm a misfitGot a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the districtBorn to the next gen systemSlow water drip to the temple to live in a prisonWhen the walls don't appear to your visionOne floor down from that mall's that prisonWhere shower stalls'll get all y'all missin'Pardon me, I got half-wit visionBut fuck I know, I just crawled here, cap'nPass me the baton, the rest a ya'll batten the hatchesIn fact, better scram, I'm a bastardOn the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap shit, trying not to slam into trafficWith my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughingLet's crash thisSee the truth from the womb is a fool-proof Plan to be doomed while the damned do they dancesSo I move through the room like an animal fooling a masterBut I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am drooling at that shitI don't only bite but I'm rabidTry to pet my fucking head again and I'mma put A tooth through the flesh of the palm that you jack withThis city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got tractionMaybe should've never started this pathEvery time I get a chance to advance it's backwardsNo thanks to my very own actionsLetras de cancionesGet a couple good drinks in the kidI can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a chick that I shouldn'tOh god, I am one of those mad menTrying not to walk crooked while this anchor's droppedBut I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stopsI got sea legsReal shit, I came for the jewelsI'm the killer of kings and foolsI'm the reason the season for treason starts this eveningAnd this evening the odds ain't evenPeople praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listeningDon't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, ChristianWhen death runs in the distance there will be no Mercy me'sThere will be no reprieve for the thievesThere will be no respect for The ThronesNo master mastered these bonesYour idols all are my rivalsI rival all of your idolsI stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idolsNiggas will perish in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrotsI write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parentsIs this real or another dimension?Am I trippin' here in the kitchen?Am I a victim of my convictions?I feel my sanity slippin'And I think I like the freedomCannibal, animal, rappers I eat'emEven in Dubai I smoke like it's legalBitch so exotic she rode on a zebraMade in America home of the (eagle)Home of the (anger), home of the (evil)Do what I do for the good of my peopleHolding my lane, smoke jane in a RegalTrying not to walk crooked while this anchor's droppedBut I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stopsI got sea legs From Letras Mania