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Locksmith

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    The dynamic is gigantic, despite panic
    I lie in a white hammock and write like I like xanax
    Bite of a slight manic
    Depressing your light's damaged
    I strike with the left brain despite that I'm right-handed
    And I fight, damn it, the life of a tribe bandit
    That lies with the same type of spite that got christ branded
    God damn it, what kind of shit is he on
    I can tell a buster by the structure of his genome
    You see I speak on a whole other level
    I expose the tail and rip the horns from the devil
    Of course I'm a rebel, shit, more so than ever
    My course flow will sever your whole torso whenever
    I'm the motherfucking problem feeder
    And if that nigga's the best then I'm a goblin eater
    Your aspirations will make you an apparation
    Your lack of an occupation will have you in laceration
    You're wack, face it, you're acting?, in fact I'm waitin
    To strap you inside a strap and then slap you in affirmation
    Pussy nigga don't be tripping with a psycho
    I'm a have your pussy dripping blood like a cycle
    And I know I can only get so far
    Plus I'm from the bay so I'm stuck below those bars
    And I know you think we all flow below par
    But you gotta admit that I'm the sickest nigga so far
    Oh lord, where the fuck did he come from?
    Please don't stick me in a box with these dum-dums
    Um... And it's not just fear
    Shit, there's wack niggas everywhere, not just here
    And it's not just queers, no problem, rock steady
    But will kanye please come out the closet already
    For God's sakes, it's 2009
    If you sorta like guys, just shout it, it's fine
    There's no doubt in my mind that it was bound to happen any day
    And I'm just saying what everybody's thinking anyway
    Anyway, you should laugh about it
    See I take what I feel then I rap about it
    I'm like jackson pollack, painting acts of violence
    With an axe that's polished, through a rapper's knowledge
    And in fact I promised, if I'm strapped for dollars
    No matter what, I ain't never going back to college
    Fuck them, tuck them in the ground, no hesitation
    I don't need a docile version of education
    My sedadation is war, my medication is metaphor
    When I spit niggas often beg for more
    I'm not a whore, I understand that less is more
    Lyrically tested boy, bore your flesh and more
    Take your frontal lobe, press it in like a dresser drawer
    This is what you call hiphop in it's rarest form

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    Composición: Koop G, Locksmith y Shon Adams

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