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    Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tip
    Clock-winder (tweak), patch the velvet
    Cap gun AirSoft electric
    Eat the face off a centipede
    I'll Metroid your section
    A bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow start
    Pivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold Card
    Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet
    Hock a loogie at lookie-lous
    And you? Jockin' it

    Promise of stressing out
    Them long days could snap
    Then split wrists with style like slap bracelets
    Stack cases not murder raps but cases
    Full of MPC's, guitars, basses
    Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap
    Yeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of that
    See, I'm just here to press through
    Continue to rep Doom
    And splinter the mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms

    Sims hopping in
    Mid-continent occupant
    Cold spot non-stopping it
    From the stock locked old cops cocking it
    Who works for who is so obvious
    So bend the barrel back
    Send the Herald that
    Nothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the young
    Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing
    You're looking fresh but who you impressing?

    Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps
    We don't want that
    We don't take that
    We don't need that
    Save that act
    You play the part, we play the blade
    We scrape your heart
    We came to take the mark

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    And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problem
    You want the view from the roof
    Don't want to build from the bottom
    Truth is we got 'em
    Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em
    The road is slick but I steer through
    Push the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearview
    Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper
    I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter

    We'll probably never grow up into a Cosby sweater
    Hobby better
    Yet ever quit
    Well probably never
    This is not a switch
    This is in my blood simple as spit
    Never rich, never stressed, never poor, never sick
    When's that?
    Probably never
    I'll stick to simple shit
    Like the beat never left I'mma walk with a little bit of rhythm in my step

    We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the ox
    Rocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the cost
    Popping off the collar?
    Chilled heat
    Call me Sake Bomb
    Holla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calm
    The Boom-Diggi-Doom
    The groove's in me so move
    If you with me then prove
    Break bread fam'
    Who emptied the room?
    We brought plenty to move
    We were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragms

    Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed traps
    We don't want that
    We don't take that
    We don't need that
    Save that act
    You play the part, we play the blade
    We scrape your heart
    We came to take the mark

    From the frost-bit center of America's map
    A couple cats trying to get a couple hands to clap
    Trying to eat, trying to live a little
    Gander back
    From the frost-bit center of America's map
    A couple cats trying to shake a little stress with rap
    But hold up
    We don't breathe enough
    Tryna beat these days but they're creeping up

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