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Correct Intro (Key To Imagination) Lyrics
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Correct Intro (Key To Imagination)
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Open your mind Breathe Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine You're entering a new dimension A dimension of sound A dimension of sight A dimension of mind You're moving into a land of [?] shadow [?] Come with me You lock this door with the feeling of imagination Low-Frequency Oscillators You motherfuckers Verse 1 How the fuck they gon talk about me Bitch you talkin' bout more You talkin' bout peace, should I talk about war You talkin' bout a nigga bout a body gotta ride or drive or when I catch you beat you I just hop up in your Maserati Get pissed when I spit liquor A fully grown pimp, bitch with a [?] Imma fully Imma automatic stick shift [?] With a big dick and a mentioned killer Certified nigga, I ain't talkin' bout bars And def come in threes, I ain't talkin' bout four The best come with me, they ain't resting in peace I'm STD's on your MPC They envy me, you're the big pet peeve A lot of rap niggas don't interest me [?] press press keys on a nigga had 'em be the itos on Belvita cheese, eggs on my rita With a chicken noodle soup and a Solo on the side Pull up on a ride, in the morning when I rhyme With a mouth cat busy ever dreams of a Drizzy with Cassie and Nicki tryna go at a Minaj Never scared of death, I don't know why I'm alive Let her take risks I don't know when Imma die Tethered to the booth like I know went over top And I never been a snitch, I don't know a lot of cops Cop cars on the block for had the block all blocked off and I blocked more Mama had a baby and the baby head popped off when the block niggas chopped off on the block, pause Open up your eyeballs, get a good look You looking at a nigga that was in a good book In the rap game, everybody sound the same, with ya lame ass songs with a really good hook I cook crack on the stove and sell it to a nigga that was jealous of the shit that I was yellin' on a beat that he's probably feelin' so he caught feelings had to drill him in the street Kill him with the rhythm, put the pistol in his [?] hit him, get him, and then kill him in the middle of the east Heavy metal beats, never settle, but I never been or ever will
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