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Correct Kill Screen Lyrics
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Jean Grae
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Correct Kill Screen
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This is rebel shit - Mojave rock Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you 'til your body pop I'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7 Up 105. 6 hell, praise the rock I ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazing Peter Minus the spider bite, the webs, the Aunt and Uncle neither But save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamite To even up the nonbelievers Man humble season was cool, sure Now I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sure Turn around and walk four paces I'll walk forth five, y'all 86'ed in all cases I'm the figure 8 sideways, always ageless Y'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shit My time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceships You way behind like you caught a ride on a slave ship I'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, faceless Representing the basement, raised up, cage less Limitless, reminiscent of rapists Boundaries, got none; rock, paper, shotgun Achtung, baby not an A. D. D 80's baby I'm not from Rated G catering eras I was the type of New Yorker rhyming at night in the park And hiding a knife in hair and even though Mama was careful I would be fighting so often, finding the light in dark Was time and just life in the mirror Reflection infinite, Escher In the end, we are who we are, Ke$ha Late night dive bar, sipping on a vesper I'm Bond and the villain in one time bomb, test her Dressed mismatch like confederate soldiers Told ya best to think fast, this level is over I'm going for the kill screen, fistful of quarters Billy Mitchell, I'm a fiend; jumping barrels, famous sauces Was a preteen prodigy, plethora of knowledge I don't mean like Albert Johnson, I mean Jean was on to college I'll never respect a comment from a novice I'll never be just a common denominator, I promise I was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant one The phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathan Only get killed at the end of time so I'm buying some This is heavy metal - Ryerson Or Reitman and Mogel '81 either is right man Life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic stand Put the mic in my right hand; left hook, goodnight man Rest good, hype man, Jeannie take it easy Like bikinis on some white sand is on me I'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, Nast No bath salts spilling in my flask I'm appealing to your class Laugh now get shot later with sedatives Medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better live Edifice, living in a world full of Oedipus It's all relative, melanin, nepotism Tell the kids hell is in, check the prisons I wanna teach particle physics business Just as a better business class, syllabus rise up You wanna get your philistine thighs up My abilities high as fuck, still willing to try luck I wish I had guillotine garage doors Mass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivores Trash, garbage, Skarsgård hotties, mandibles, parting jaws Bleeding y'all dry of convictions, the art of war
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