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Uh, balance A drunken ground for my niggas But what if up was down for the liquor? Then pour in somethin' stiffer Filter mud from the champagne on blood Might just milk a tub out my hand vein Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes What a dream! What I mean? Ideaize You see the storm brewin' way up in the heaven A statue wouldn't mourn 'em, so I wake up to erect, damn And the bed made of women Who came first with a head made of chickens? Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-makin' mission With X-rated visions And the glass I wish that I could live inside jazz As hecklers shackle magpie Note-blowin' standard Scat over improvised ragtime Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? Feather me or let it be (my nigga, what's up?) Tether me or sever me (my nigga, what's up?) Definitely won't set me free (my nigga, what's up?) No, she look like a set of keys May I die from a hand that is not black Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at At the spot where he was unchained To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted It's the day, it's judgement (ankh:hers) For the sippers and the drinkers Lift her by the shoulders like hangers Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers Ambulance chasers, bad chance, ain't no mash for the bangers Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shakin' my shaft You just bass to the anglers (hooked) Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919 Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? Feather me or let it be (my nigga, what's up?) Tether me or sever me (my nigga, what's up?) Definitely won't set me free (my nigga, what's up?) No, she look like a set of keys Has the moon killed the sun yet? Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh Hung sweats on the radiator Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper Will we eliminate the innovators? Will we commemorate the imitators? You are now set trippin' with eliminators Life givin' persimmons So now your lemons persimmon flavored Why you mixin' different neighbors? Spike it Now the wrists are slittin' razors (ankh:hers, ankh:hers) The benefits of red wine Drunken box thieves fightin' bars to charge a dead mine Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? My nigga, what's up? Feather me or let it be (my nigga, what's up?) Tether me or sever me (my nigga, what's up?) Definitely won't set me free (my nigga, what's up?) No, she look like a set of keys
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