SingingInTheRain

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    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
    Quicksand my brain, it's like I'm sinkin' in the pain
    I sleep all day so I be woke all night
    The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
    I kick nice raps and rhymes
    That's all that I like
    But I had my fair share of downs, cause I'm at a new point in my life
    While you droolin' over some bitch
    We makin' these hits
    That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
    You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
    But you don't see the inside of my mind when the door closed
    I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
    And there's a reason for that
    Look at the world we livin' in
    One look around will have you for sure feelin' me
    My infamy is difference, see
    I'm on a new frequency
    That only a few can pick up
    Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up

    Knock, knock, who's there?
    It's the man with the plan
    It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
    Knock, knock, who's there?
    It's the man with the plan
    It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
    Yeah

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    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

    I alienate myself from those who love me
    Loco still, my social skills is rusty
    Slayer like Buffy
    My focal point is
    Stayin' on track like a locomotive
    And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
    I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
    I'm the resurgence every time that the drought hits
    Lord BONES turn a tapwell to a fountain
    Lost track of the classics
    I've dropped, I'm done countin'
    They live off the flows, I give 'em just like allowance
    Gettin' too big for their britches, it's time to hem 'em
    Got the underground on lock, I am the deadbolt
    Dead shit, buckshot, locked on your head, bitch
    Peepin' Tom motherfuckers lookin' over hedges
    That's just life for the original
    No employee, got our own business now

    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
    Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

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