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Said I'm funky with the sauce
That's a dead man walkin'
They gon' catch me if they can
I'm the black Chris Walken
Goodfella, Cinderella man left to ya check
Nigga stress of the cess 'til that daylight come
I'm the best out this bitch, if I die real young
Then I'm gon' bless out this bitch, 'til your kingdom come
On some prophecy shit, see we all be sages
Women make magic, yo, they all be mages
Two spirit, one body, been alive for ages
See the shackle on ya mind, we break all them cages
Nickel plater armor, saturated in honor
I would have left with Obama, but now he left for the drama
That's a comma, pause, pontificate with yo gods
Measure odds, we gon' take with this pen through the fog
We some hogs in a world of bacon, bread for the takin'
We lay for the cakin', with these people who fakin' like
That's a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm
Is it warms where your heart is?
That trigger where your part is
That's a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm
Is it warms where your heart is?
That trigger where your part is
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
That's a dead man walkin'
They gon' catch me if they can
I'm the black Chris Walken
Goodfella, Cinderella man left to ya check
Nigga stress of the cess 'til that daylight come
I'm the best out this bitch, if I die real young
Then I'm gon' bless out this bitch, 'til your kingdom come
On some prophecy shit, see we all be sages
Women make magic, yo, they all be mages
Two spirit, one body, been alive for ages
See the shackle on ya mind, we break all them cages
Nickel plater armor, saturated in honor
I would have left with Obama, but now he left for the drama
That's a comma, pause, pontificate with yo gods
Measure odds, we gon' take with this pen through the fog
We some hogs in a world of bacon, bread for the takin'
We lay for the cakin', with these people who fakin' like
That's a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm
Is it warms where your heart is?
That trigger where your part is
That's a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm
Is it warms where your heart is?
That trigger where your part is
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
It's shooters that'll guard us
My people go the farthest
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