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I can just see smoke but my vision's clear, that's the deal
Like when your eyes catch my fat cat graph
Upon the tracks you know I've been there, I'm never still
So if I die, I'll still be seen and still heard
This a true word, my music moves forth in a new verse
Capturing my past, but it's thrown forth my future
One love to fam up in the manor, man salute ya
I shine bright, but I'm stood beneath a dark star
My flow's kinda funky like your chips mixed with tartar
You don't want us faster, go check your star chart
Have a nice day man, ta-ra, ta-ra
Cause drinking or rapping I make tracks bar to bar
It's easy for me, but then I listen to your MySpace and laugh harder
Than Charlie Chaplin with his loudest laugh, hardy-har
I'm on point but never la-di-da
I rock shows with my master dart
Even if I'm plastered up the wall like I'm Banksy's art
Yo, we follow in our own code, exist in our own zone
While the doubt is wearing you away like the ozone
Man you know we only trying to make it fun again
While fools see happiness and then they run away
Man we exist in our own zone
While the doubt is wearing you away like the ozone
Man you know we only trying to make it fun again
While fools see happiness and then they run away
I'm down the alleyway with Jekyll sounds
Of fucked lungs and damaged hearts
Where man have got to stop the damage if they wanna last
I'll understand when the hammer slams, you're done and charged
You wanna battle? I'll make first place, you'll come in last
That'll explain that you can't spray, you're gay like come up ass
I drop bombs like the Mardi Gras
And do sets, spit fire, leave tongues parched
I make funds to get blazed off the hunted grass
It's bad for you, it's ironic
Like when the farmer grew the chronic
Got no rain, the crop died but then the fun just started
I feel I've made it, yet I'm under parted
My raps are running laps around my lungs like they're in a party
You wanna take me out? You better call an army
I'm cool slash barmy
I don't deal with loose women, man I lose them at the party
I make my fake moves but move calmly
Like Big Mac and fries, large please
Takeaway set, fake no, then breeze
Yo, Verb T
My flow's so fresh he had to extend the beat
And now I extend it even further as we move to the next century
With them flows that they can't catch like butterfingers
I'm going up the drain pipe, climbing up in windows
Real smooth, while you snooze, steal your damn kingdom
Instinct should leave you aware of the symptoms
Of the sickness that got us twisted
I told 'em
Man that's just Life Cycle, you dizzy bitches
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