Whatever, Whenever

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Whether eyes closed or blind fold (hands tied)

Who's man enough to brawl and roll (let's ride)

That's how it's done, you can run (run) run (can't hide)

We keep our pyros tight, ain't that right? (that's right)

I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life

Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife

Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here)

Shiest heads, get on your knees! roll over like you were dice

Splice my words, saddle my conscience

It's rich the hell with peasants

Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives

Relative to the back of my hand

Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance

We playin hangman! (hotdamn!)

We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems

Quiet niggas to tantrums

We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to samsung

Live ass niggas who ring but then run

Somebody's son that die young callin himself "dunn"

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Illimination of your whole generation next

Cover your earth span in a deep breath

And took three easy steps

One son in awe questionin what his man saw

He explained; "q-unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor"

Crowds gatherin like enquirin minds to panelist

Pen scribblin with more thoughts than psycho analysts

Under hand suspects check for a clear coast

I've influenced an independent movement like pedro albizu campos

Except to connect and lift to the next sector

Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike reflector

Move with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom

Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer armor on

Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints

An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks

But crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin

Doing my people favors and savin lives by killin

Consider me hero, my body resume is jam pack

Startin a war, you either stand up or stand back

This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do

Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you

I'm a psychopath, sickest of the psychopaths

Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash

But don't get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease

'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin mcs

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