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    [Chorus 2X]
    He said yeah
    You better come out with your hands up
    We got you surrounded
    I'm in the back
    Changin my outfit
    He said blink
    We gonna send the hounds in
    I said wait
    Cause here I come
    Here I come
    Here I come
    You boys get ready
    Cause here I come
    Here I come
    Here I come

    I'm soul brother one hunted
    How much charisma
    Could another one stomach
    If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
    Or wise
    If I come outside I'm not running
    Stone lone wolf of the pack
    The unwanted
    I really got nothin to hide
    I'm bout cuttin
    Go out in a blaze
    Wouldn't pop one button
    I'm a murk half hurt leave the cop dogs huntin
    The pretty black one in the group
    The smooth villain under fire
    Cause I'm pennin the words that move millions
    Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance
    It's a new bad boy on the rise
    Who feelin it
    New true skill in it
    Y'all the roots still in it
    Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit
    You know we got them
    We too diligent
    They say the music is strong and too militant


    Black Inc raw life
    In this whatumacallit
    Weed smokin junkie alcoholic
    One foot in the grave
    One foot in the toilet
    Still I'm onstage
    In front of an audience
    Disturbing the peace
    And the local ordinance
    My eta
    I'll arrive by morning
    Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning
    Vampire chicks suck blood
    Dusk to dawnin
    Waitin to catch me sleep
    But I'm not yawnin
    They in the vip
    At the garden
    They gon jump me
    When I stop performing
    I got something for them
    Behind the organ
    I always roll deep
    With my squadron
    The sheriff out front
    Gonna sic the dogs in
    That nigger talkin bout he got warrants


    I'm in the darkness
    Fuck you regardless
    Move with hardness
    Y'all just pressin charges
    It's often injury
    Floss and force my entry
    This peninitentiary
    Knockin niggers for centuries
    It's elementary
    Like KRS and evidently
    They all stress
    I'm lawless
    That's my problem
    And never solve them
    Chill in Harlem
    Bang you
    Bring you stardom
    You full of boredom
    Bastard you been aborted
    Bring your neck out
    Bring the tech out
    Absorb it
    See you check out
    And then step out
    The orbit
    Blow your flesh out
    Till I'm fressh out my torment
    Street apostle
    Pop shit
    Preach the Gospel
    Still I'm hostile
    Sippin a duece When possible
    Turn into a monster
    Gimme the Oscar
    Hit you like vodka
    Then screech off in a Mazda

    [Chorus 2X]


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